Offering roses as an omen of love –
They grow in the craters of meteors from above.
White spirit pouring from the lips of the case,
Losing his virtue with the smile across his face.
Soap bubbles float around me,
Bone violins play their melody.
I am a man of anatomy.
Singing the shanties of the slogans of pain,
Seeking salvation from the stillness of his vein.
Wandering over in a state of undress,
Teasing his father to absolve him and be blessed.
Soap bubbles float around me,
Bone violins play their melody.
I am a man of anatomy.
Shackled with lies.
Sedated by lies.
