Words 歌词

On the right, Words bleed in delicious erratic motions To waltz and lunge deeply onto the frail paper dungeons With grace, spill their stealthy meaning In a radical pattern of altered spinning Words bleeding A lunatic exorcism of impulsive literary stings Serving the untainted delight of devious cunnings Words bleeding Lucidity may well drown in abstract pondering Following the so crucial anchor into the deepest inner ring For magnificent moments flow uninvited As benevolent spirits soaring Just melt the armor And taste the nectar divine The expanded sensorial shelter Of one's inner shrine Corruption of a logic understanding I stand naked on an insubstantial sun Telling stories to diseased seraphs Feeble from their linear addiction 'cos memories and huge bipedal monsters Don't agree with each other A fusion so delicate The nails entering lightly, further and further The necessary why and what of a written autopsy Disgust the fact that a fact is a fact Hack the holy artifact so exact in its contract Disincarnate, it is easier to discuss the optical lunar tree Bad men, bad meaningless mean men You should not be bothered when the soul is adrift Seconds are precious Feel them deeply With grace, spill their stealthy meaning In a radical pattern of altered spinning words