Текст песни Her

The whites of her eyes, porcelain Her voice so ambient as I release We loved her Once In her mouth, in her mouth She lives in the peripheral and listens She kills in the peripheral and glory speaks her name Glory cuts her face We are wrenched in sin We are infinite. Infinite. Lost in abstract wounds Drink from abstract wounds The whispers distract from the cutting Lost in abstract wounds Drink from abstract wounds This small sense of pride. This can't be! No stop. no stop! Solvents soaked in her blood. Solvents soaked in her blood.