Beetles and eggs and blues and poor little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get pissed off through my burned lips as good news
Still being cried and
Laughed at from behind
«Don't fall behind, miss»
From first my turn’s rules
Beetles and eggs and blues and bells and eggs and blues
Beetles and eggs and blues and poor little everything else
You steam a lens stable eyes and glass
Not get pissed off through my burned lips as good news
You’ll hang the hearts black and dull as the night
We hanged your pass and start being as you in ecstasy
(Still being cried and laughed at before)
Should I be sewn in hugged I can by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from light to blue)
And should I be hugged and tugged down through
This tiger’s masque?
And should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
Your mind not saying
You’ll hang that heart’s black and dull as the night
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from blues)
We hanged your pass and star being as you in ecstasy
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from blues)
Should I be sung and unbroken by not saying
(Still being cried and laughed at from behind me, from blues)
Hugged and tugged down through this tiger’s masque for kicks