Rythmical Sobs
Remember the sight we saw my soul,
on that beautiful soft summer morning,
round a turning in the path,
a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
it's legs in the air like a woman in heat.
Burning and sweating poisons like... like a fountain
with it's rhythmical sobs.
I can hear it, clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but i touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart.
One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter,
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead...
And You?
I know you.
on that beautiful soft summer morning,
round a turning in the path,
a disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,
it's legs in the air like a woman in heat.
Burning and sweating poisons like... like a fountain
with it's rhythmical sobs.
I can hear it, clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,
but i touch my body in vain to find the wound.
I am the vampire of my own heart.
One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter,
who can no longer smile.
Am I dead?
I must be dead...
And You?
I know you.