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