Sophe Lux Little Odessa Lyrics

Sacred cow
Empty label
Jesus Christ
I'm still here
Food stamp miles
Empty label
Supermarket
Bowl of rags

And thoughts can't grasp it away
She falling over angels
Where the soul goes to
Regurgitated fables
In her light she saw a fatal beauty
In her dreams she saw
Her fatal duty to leave

The gypsy whore
With the star of david
Gently stapled to her lip
Recites the psalms
To the piss stained bums
As she swivels her magnificent hips

And thoughts can't grasp it away
She falling over angels
Where the soul goes to
Regurgitated fables
In her light she saw a fatal beauty
In her dreams she saw
Her fatal duty to leave I once had an evil
Heart wrapped in tears
And a crown of thorns
Sixteen months of being torn
I was dying to be born

They traded for bits and pieces of her soul
In a large black circle under the sea
They traded for bits and pieces of her soul
Trading feathers for gold
And who'd imagine
It would come to this
When there becomes more
To money than life
More to existence
Than this emptiness
More than sadness and strife

No you don't have to be a sage
To know the mysteries of the dove
No you don't have to be a sage
To know the mysteries
Of the dove and the only thing
That's real is love