Henric De La Cour - Mandrill lyrics

Did you like her? Was she smooth as silk? A lady of hopes and dreams and of flesh and despair? Did you like him? Was he a loverman? Amazing? Combine them and you'll have a being of light. The thing on the threshold knows my name. It's shouting curses, words of blame. The thing in my arms don't make a sound. Never really noticed it until now. The thing on my back is laughing still drooling poison, makes me ill. And laughter is contagious as you know With a mad man's grin. On I go.