Tanks Of Flies歌词

作词 : David Tibet
作曲 : David Tibet
I had the verbal touch
The silver sliver of nexus
Carved from the bloody water
First-poured
Form
drowning
Pulling down the moons and suns
From the thighs of the queen
Of grace and grinding
The bump, the bribe, the breasts
Made me slyly arise
In
clouds
of candy
Tanks of flies