Hidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocksThere I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipplesHard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fearHard to get from the unknown
Eyes work hard with tears that drown
Take control when I will peer
See the pain of northern fearHidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocksThere I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrowHidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocksHidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocksThere I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless peopleHidden people seem to see
The way I cook the brain of thee
Sepia print of hunting dogs
Pointing out the unseen clocksThere I find myself in sorrow
Nothing's left for my tomorrow
Dirty waste of nameless people
A dark blue line of licking nipples