Go Old - Tubelord

Her time began smoking lust a grave

Through the air hovered in four colours

Desole, I remember five

Trying to fly, swearing at the sun

Melt tricks into your fairytales

Discover your tongue, run red engine run

With grand piano hands

Mirrored

Tiny and light

Gold camera

Powder surprise

Jaw bursting

Under the sky

I taste it

You lay awake to write down

The light

Death, would curse your birth

For sleep sounds

Trying to fly

Through birth gates

Just for the night

Remain nameless

Full of surprise

I taste it

Slack weight

Scrape it up

Hisblessed eyes smashed

Oh so many fools are born with money in their hands

Roll up a snowman dressed in skin

Mask off

Tiny and light

Gold birth gates

And you and I

Remain nameless

Trying to fly

I taste it