new hard touching
Jesus Flies at Dawn
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lyrics:
then you find out
it's just out of reach
when you try to touch
it recedes
and you proceed
to tease it
level up to knowing nonsense
then i'll let you press my buttons
just remember that the contest's
not the same thing as the content
in a funny little box
that pandora made to flaunt it
there's a silhouette of something
that you never even thought of
it's an image-ready cost
in a floating solar answer
like a crisp crop of circles
and they cant stop dancing
you wonder what that sound is of
and they're never gonna answer you
it's just a bust of a concept
made of crushed love
for you to worship
and finance your boredom with
sometimes you find yourself
asking who are all these humans
and where did they all fucking come from?
you find yourself asking them questions like:
do you know the intimacy
of the pure, screaming light?
and do you know how many mistake it for history?
three used condoms lying in a row
lying in dirty rainwater
i step over them
as the cock grows three times
praying for better genetics
than the kind of cut-out cross
that stretches across the known human verse
paper machines match their gunnings
to the first time that ran out on them
science watches it all burn
in the most absolute way
still, she turned to us and said:
there's nothing new under this moon
but we answered:
sometimes there's a sun
sometimes there's someone
and jesus always flies at dawn
Directlinkz
lyrics:
then you find out
it's just out of reach
when you try to touch
it recedes
and you proceed
to tease it
level up to knowing nonsense
then i'll let you press my buttons
just remember that the contest's
not the same thing as the content
in a funny little box
that pandora made to flaunt it
there's a silhouette of something
that you never even thought of
it's an image-ready cost
in a floating solar answer
like a crisp crop of circles
and they cant stop dancing
you wonder what that sound is of
and they're never gonna answer you
it's just a bust of a concept
made of crushed love
for you to worship
and finance your boredom with
sometimes you find yourself
asking who are all these humans
and where did they all fucking come from?
you find yourself asking them questions like:
do you know the intimacy
of the pure, screaming light?
and do you know how many mistake it for history?
three used condoms lying in a row
lying in dirty rainwater
i step over them
as the cock grows three times
praying for better genetics
than the kind of cut-out cross
that stretches across the known human verse
paper machines match their gunnings
to the first time that ran out on them
science watches it all burn
in the most absolute way
still, she turned to us and said:
there's nothing new under this moon
but we answered:
sometimes there's a sun
sometimes there's someone
and jesus always flies at dawn