Текст песни Split Our Sex

Rehearsals to ourselve, in a withdraw delight Afford a bliss like murder Omnipotent and acute Such a guilt of an attouchment Within god acknowledgement O, I strike my horses away From that black junkin' town I'll take you there I bring my bag For you something else Rehearsals to ourselve, in a withdrawn delight Would you adore some knife 'cause it commemorates our wound Yes, I'll take you there I bring my bag For you something else I'll take you there I've brought my bag For you semething Els We did lie to split our sexs so far