by the night we intercept connected in the darkness digest
we run wild at long straight into an abbatoir
cause we are carved like the carca**es
guess we're (???) on the carca**es
cool bedside
cranes in the wind my young girl's dancing
turned our (???)
we pick the prickled flowers from the lawn
that's when were dashed against the gates of desire
that's when were dashed again the gates of desire
we pitch, turn and yard
we were lone satellites in the fog
we tumble through the undergrowth
bramble babies born of a buried womb
guess we're (???) like the carca**es
guess we're 9???) like the carca**es
And she says we are born stars above
we are but fleeting moments in the sun
and there is no higher glory
just a choir of human
she says we are born stars above
we are but fleeting moments in the sun
and there is no higher glory
just a choir of humans
she says we are born stars above
we are but fleeting moments in the sun
and there is no high or glory
just a choir of human ends
just a choir of human
just a choir of humans
just a choir of humans