mint - Trance To The Sun

Cracked pane Light ridden Dust sheets Wrecked cunt Wax Christ hid his eyes S*x The golden seed And god is well hung We are the virgin tree And I am the tree Ha

The Violet stems of strangling premonitions You said something in your sleep and turned toward the wall A second skin of sweat in a thickening snowstorm of horr

Our mary is veiled in blue Slitting her throat with a crude razor I'm watching her sick for days in the twilight sleep They're feeding me cobwebs They're keepin

Thistle Lurid Black lunged abortive mother One leg in a mermaid head full of snow And half drunk promises Her offspring Wayward domestic rats impeding tourists

Bored in a city of excess The mirror captures his spine Curved like a sickle in excess Self pity his faults become my own He vomits endlessly into our carpet So

Some gray cityline Or a rooftop gasping for fire Just something that burns Give you anything to take the edge off Some skin to cover the nerves New skin to cove

The briny smell of tears runs through the ship That moves unseen through streets Like a charcoal smudge in moonlight shadow Creaking salt oars row thin air Obli

Two birds met in a tree And for a second the world vanishes Diverts the eye beams to the subconscious From the plasma universe Like all she ever wanted to be wa

Oh my love Kill me here Before I wake Know your true Who could know Aborted bride Lost my friend Bought a cat Drank too much Spilled my soul You'll not be anyth