Aalmutter

Climbing cowardly now the icy desire
Devotion just a word, a tiny little word

Slender is the cod and yet meaningful
gnawing the wick, still affirming the no

I'd rather kill myself in the morning and fall into the hands of the murderers
freed from desire and worries, I can only be the boat
When souls shyly burst and stillborns scream
The fire tells me coldly, of beauty, deceit, and illusion

Out sways a Jesus, dreaming he was a god
I only existed on TV, they carried me away there
Beth is my name, I rode the dark Lord

I'm still drowning, can't see the table anymore
the chair long gone, I can only go under

I'd rather kill myself in the morning and fall into the hands of the murderers
freed from desire and worries, I can only be the boat
When souls shyly burst and stillborns scream
the fire tells me coldly, of beauty, deceit, and illusion
Deceit and illusion