I am dark blue, I'm my own death and locusts and dogs love me. We've got the same arms, they've got the same thoughts.
I feel them below and above me, so you fail, I'm sweetness. Don't you fail, I'm sweetness.
I'm tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement. The movements are silk.
I wear my brown eyes like two warm trophies and locusts and dogs love me. I am dark blue and I'm my own death, sweetness. We've got the same arms.
They've got the same eyes. I feel them below and above me.