In the Morning Our Bodies Will Be Nothing (исполнитель: The Last Surrealist)

Take my body
 Take my mind
 Bury me inside
 lovers body

Now watch me die
 Watch me crawl inside  
And create nothing from this
 I have the gun up to my neck
 I'm looking to undress 
At the eclipse of the morning sun
 All will be done 
All will be done

My [bad word] is drenched
 In a mixture of saliva and sweat
 I'll take this fixation to my death 
As I drink away the spirit and 
My self induced flesh 
Enters a cold and dark emptiness [bad word] watch me die 
Watch me crawl inside
 And create nothing from this
 I have the gun up to my neck
 I'm looking to undress 
At the eclipse of the morning sun

All will be done 
All will be done

My self obsessed flesh
 Enters a cold and dark emptiness

There is a softness to her breath
 She's so beautiful and I wish
 To embrace her but instead
 I have the gun up to my neck 
When I pull the trigger: death
 It's the happiest moment of my existence

If you say you wish me well
 And want me to live for this emptiness
 Then I will likewise wish you well
 As I [bad word] bury you instead
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