Slim Twig
Slim Twig - Whiite Fantaseee lyrics
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Steady at a motorik clip there's a man in a trench with a quivering lip with swung-sling blades to a switch blade-c i read it in a book it's a white, white fantaseee and then the sharp stair it sprang at me slow i need this white fantaseee i need to know saw four horses drowning and three without men i cried out "I pray to god, there's nothing below!" horses drowning in the amber snow the skull of the star, marred slit right open finger of my good hand, hilted took a bead as a token i scolded skin my body was a chamber i held my breath my body was a manger i killer-carve it, i maim it to a tree it's a whiite, whiite fantasee it's a whiite, whiite fantasee