dışarıdan chat dilinde "
sikiyim" gibi gözükse de değil,
beaucoup fish'ten bambaşka bir
underworld şeyi. şarkı değil, başka bir şey.
ağıt gibi sanki. underworld parçası değil, olmamalı ama öyle.
pain in any language gibi biraz, o da
apollo 440'tan beklenmeyen bir şeydi. ama ikisi de mükemmel, ikisi de insanın içine işliyor.
do you still feed the animal?
animal finger
finger on the phone
curve around corners
do you still feed the animal?
your muffled voice
air up the side of your head
and the wires come in
open eyes close us
(slide beneath the city)
slide beneath the city
and the feet in the streets above us
(and your voice again)
and your voice again
(and your voice again)
(and your voice again)
i dont want you to call again
do you still feed the animal?
muffled madness
quiet calm pervade her
i couldn't go through this again
you say you love her
you know you love her
you never want to be without her
you say you never want to hurt her
you know you hurt her
how many lives you've lived
how many hurts you've done
how many times you've come to this place
how much you want it
you say you love her.
