Shrines

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When the moon is full, And I've cried. I'll take up your guts, To the little she'd outside. I'll shuck all the light from my skin, And I'll hide it in you. I'll pluck the long grass, That grows from me, And hide it in you. (Chorus: You You You) I'll

Take all the little things away Seek all the dimensions that stray From my eyes Dig holes in me with wooden carved trowels Hold still in me the hops That left its guard down Waking up is easy but you're breaking my whole thesis I'm gone, feel it, but

There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me There's a cult, there's a cult inside of me Form the salt, sprinkle it around me Sleep is a welcome gadget in our head-bind hood The crawling animals will seek all thing

Bring, bring the thunder And the loud, loud rain Lead our woes asunder, 'Neath the proud, proud veins Of traits that bleed the gunmen Of our pumping earthly hearts Ween our joys in plunder Feel our shining teeth Bet our hold on happiness Bead weighte

I came down over the sleeping mountains where our white tones plunged into the weeping shelter Tear our skin up out from the bottom leaves our ankles bare Don't just wander back and forth and leave it Build it into pinnacles and shrines of some, some

Get a little closer FO Glide up in my sternum and hold My little ribs around you Those arms may be under, under you I'll take the South pockets gladly Over the rocky cliffs that you leave To come over, not forget where feet are Spreading threads of t

Sea water is flowing from the Middle of my thighs Wild buffalo are dancing on Clifftops in the skies Adorn me in feathers From dead birds and Contemplate the size of Leather palettes to wind me in Put shutters on my eyes They'll cover the hills With

And I laughed in the light of the moon Was so close from the stem of the bloom And I laughed in the light of the moon Was so close from the stem of the bloom Oh, my sweet fairy The past has stopped, stopped, stopped Touch not my bosom for I'll not ge

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