you don t even have a hearing but i tell you just in case anyway if i leave this place and you are left here always stay chimerical it s not just the winters that cause frost or gloomy blurry autumns that make you lost my womb is not as gloomy as this bed it s more like a tomb when you re on earth the good ones make no child you don t even have the force of seeing but i show just in case anyway without fantasy you ll go down the drain always stay utopian and i wish you hot summers of excess and irrational springtime fondness until then make my womb your favorite bed i can t handle the thought that you ll get hurt1
['dark post-punk', 'minimal wave']