With the arms of fever
that still embrace my forehead
I've had a better thought
and I'll untie the snakes of vanity.
To listen is paradise
and fear is a thief
from whom I keep no regrets
and the pain is a rehersal of death.
And in the film of a drop
my wings get broken.
And amongst other things
they don't write with illuminating ink.
Paradise becomes hell
and then complains.
And who is doing
anything about it?
Born in ruins
of my tastebuds
the nonsense of chaos
defeated me with words of praise.
And in the film of a drop
my wings get broken.
And amongst other things
they don't write with illuminating ink.
Paradise becomes hell
and then complains.
And who is doing
anything about it?
Lyrics for the English speakers:
With the arms of fever that still embrace my forehead I've had a better thought and I'll untie the snakes of vanity. To listen is paradise and fear is a thief from whom I keep no regrets and the pain is a rehersal of death.
And in the film of a drop my wings get broken. And amongst other things they don't write with illuminating ink.
Paradise becomes hell and then complains. And who is doing anything about it?
Born in ruins of my tastebuds the nonsense of chaos defeated me with words of praise.
And in the film of a drop my wings get broken. And amongst other things they don't write with illuminating ink.
Paradise becomes hell and then complains. And who is doing anything about it?
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