Liturgy Pasaqalia Ii Lyrics

Pay for the pink weight living in the mother of an underage
Caving and entraining all the pearls so the pearls vibrate in the sun as it falls away
Digging in red ground, hurling my tears at a bronze crown
Making all the motions of a chosen has been
Wearing clothes of a cryogenic copper sound
I break with tradition, I claim my right to scream a world history
I crush the buckles, burst the seals, and have my way with a tattered scroll
You'll never understand that the lemming unfurled all over my flatscreen
I gave you my heart, you never even knew that you ate me
You never even knew that you ate me

We started cracking the ice at the surface
I slide right out with my warm skin
Soft and tender big eyes, blue lungs, gyrating with vocabulary in a van
I feel I belong with the statues who gave their undergarments to velvet economies
I stay in bed with a columnist dead to the tourniquet that gave me a coal to eat
I stay in the game though I don't know whether the citadel will hold up another day
I make love to the insects shredding the sky with legs cerulean
I forget the nub of meaning, whispering oracles of the sea
I forget the nub of meaning, whispering oracles

Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes
I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now
Owls of Minerva, Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes
I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now
Owls of Minerva, Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes
I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now
Owls of Minerva, Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now
Owls of Minerva

I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me
Under the law, I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain
I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me
Under the law, I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain
I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me
Under the law, I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain
I trade five hundred nebulas for a formula that fascinates me
Under the law, I should have been a curtain protecting the children from the rain

Pissing out flecks of paint
One more page of connections between heterogeneous goals
I believe I'll never achieve because I'm everybody swinging in the air
The things I've endured I'd never wish upon anyone
I've seen all the ways that lies eviscerate the eyes of children
Who believe in waiting for the day that's never going to come

Pissing out flecks of paint
One more page of connections between heterogeneous goals
I believe I'll never achieve because I'm everybody swinging in the air
The things I've endured I'd never wish upon anyone
I've seen all the ways that lies eviscerate the eyes of children
Who believe in waiting for the day that's never going to come

Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes
I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now
Owls of Minerva, Owls of Minerva, perched on my shoulders, whispering into my eyes
I could use a suggestion right now, I could use a suggestion right now