The stone vice
Investigates
The starry night,
& my latent hates
My silence,
That psycho smell
Indebted to
All my latent hells
Stereo life, stereo sea
Stereo mind, stereo me
My vice, my view
My life for you
Come on, it's not like you really think
You could sever the body-link
Too late to break through
Too late to wait for you
Seperate, we hold out for
Bitter things, to give back more & more
It's too late for me
Too late to be free
Intolerant
The secret seed
Embedded wish
Electric deed
Head low,
I come to
Sunlight's good for
The body, too