Paroles de For What Blooms Without Lust

Fronting time, in a on going change. Breathing hard and slow Capture life on the thinnest line Stimulate the roots. My eyes white stair Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key Like a forcing bloom I repeat act. Performing For an utter final I give to me the most sacred and holy. I give to Thee my own reflection As I see myself repeated inside out, there is no longer distance I hold the torch. I surround my hand, with fire Like a frocing bloom I repeated act Stimulate the roots. My eyes white stair Heated hand, who returns from sweat and lust Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key For the the one gazing at the altar shall not see. This blood has not run far Till it's dry. When rising above in pleasure, I smear myself upon Thee In this foggy confusion. The whole image comes dear For this is the demon within me. Like a forcing bloom I repeated act Still swirling above and beneath the key, blue eyes stare Return to me with a conscious mind, I do behold the greater of gifts Breathing power and moans of lust, I surround myself so delicately within Reaching for the sky I harvest upon the key. I am swirling upon the key Like a forcing bloom I repeated act. I smear myself upon Thee