Meat Heart

The whole is a thought Brewing the words Few lines made of hope I'm singing my bride, my girl Her flesh is rejecting the being A rhythm was taking us for a dance Swing your meat on the beat Now melting with the ground A tube in her arm No rest left to go on But I won't let you die I would corrupt the earth, death the sun To keep life dealing with you The thrill was breathing in our nights The grudge around you I won't let your death spread around When all life is made of you Better to have all your pain here Than your freedom alone outside What would you be without me To cover your dreams with gold A gold that I've never earned Your freedom devoted to myself A privilege, a nowhere to go Your flesh is cold for a while A new odour defines you Sleep, sleep deep my dear Nowhere elso to go...