The times, they are a wastin'

Masturbating The War God

: it's two girls singing in perfect harmony with extremely high pitch
: it sounds like some disgusting perversion of angels singing but then I think about it and it really is that and it scares, a lot
: cocteau twins
: sounds like a murder file

Ain't nothing wrong, ain't nothing right

because you're a naturally beautiful girl and you exhude that brilliance in an offhanded manner
A real test of will is of course, an exodus of power
maybe this can be a conjecture to settle at
truthfully, no, this isn't how you become honest
well that's easy, I'll make it out of wood
partly destroyed, easily.
but what does that mean?
Do you find a conclusion then?
yes, the summer doesn't forget to come.
no, it's not because it has feelings.
Yes, it has a soul.
I think you like asking me things I already know.
Now I cannot refer to myself. Does it bother you?
Yes, that is your brother. He doesn't love you,
because he doesn't love you.
His father is also your father, remember that at all times.
we both know how it ended last time
He's your only brother. You guys have blood.
If your movements become romantic,
be known to a foreign friend.
yeah, keep your knots tied and your glass dry.
As if advice comes cheap.
don't look at me that way, fuck you
you treat the vermin better than me
fuck you, yeah, fuck you
that's all there is