Текст песни Venerea - King Of The World Of Ideas
Venerea - King Of The World Of Ideas слова песни
Masochistic at night and omnipotent by daythe tyrannical child king of a neutral countrywhose arsenal only serves to palliatethe brigades who stand firm by a frontier of glasswhose court ball consists of threefold blindfolddewlap dancers who rave by their sacrificial strassall contributions gratefully retrievedthey don`t have to be seen to be believedthe walls of this palace are paper thinget close enough to write and you`ll listen inbut there`s bugs on the wallsplanted from withinking of the worldsuicidal god of his own microcosmoswhere all black holes are filledand no bangs are big`cept the one that brought him therethat pushes him awayking of the world of ideasit all goes by so fastnothing that slips pastand if it does slow downstars would gather `round and vaporise the groundhis body will be noiseand his mind be sound