Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person Lyrics

Frankness Of The Pressthroated Person lyrics

It's my arm and it's my beauteful eye

My compassion and my running sing

On and on I hear the noise inside me

I think to keep it or not to keep

I was born with a beast, with a hole.

Soul is hole



Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me



Blackness... Whiteness

Black pale on the fate

Blister...

Fortune...

Shadow...

Pickles...

Wind.

Take him away from me



Enemy lives by my body

He steals my happiness

I don't belong to me