acéphale
by Lucrecia Dalt
From the album: A Danger to Ourselves
Duration: 02:44
Lyrics for acéphale
Couldn't help but do gash With my dull blade Joy is unafraid I had to, felt right Seems right The surface: clueless mind The face: is a tomorrow My wildest pleasure Your eyes are fire Feet poised apart Balance set Shoulders aligned In wait for descent Fire bent Katana held The sword is the thought The sword is the grip Couldn't help but to wear Every single thought as a cameo (cameo) I capture treasure Feels grand The surface: love of mind But could then start My wildest pleasure Your eyes are tires Feels grand