Kjetil Nernes - Mea Culpa lyrics

The roof-top eagles are watching me Impressionistic architecture bulging in Oh, it makes me sick Hordes of Man as ants by the river I see their faces of fears and terrors, it's nauseating Oh, it makes me sick The mocking grotesque of the Stomach Dancer I see myself as a Borough Satyr, it's nauseating Oh, it makes me sick The Syncopal's tear-stained confessions Her feather-like touch to the chin is nauseating Oh, it makes me sick I lustily embrace her femininity I look into sincere eyes and bluntly lie, it's nauseating Oh, it makes me sick I stagger blindly and crush my teeth I bleed in shame and rue and it truly It truly makes me sick The foul mouth-hole of disgust is sickening