Gatherers

Ad Nauseam, I Drown
Crescent in the low Hanging over me The taste of alkaline You'd kill to be adored To wax poetically While you rot on the vine A deathblow A kiss Sharp Cheap fix Gets me close I’m drowning in your arms Tide glowing cataract white I'm nauseous at the thought You in mind Does it taste all the same When you pander hand to mouth To the fashionably guilty Off the hook you rave on and on about Crescent in the low SongtexteHanging over me But still I adore you so I'm drowning in your arms Tide glowing cataract white I’m nauseous at the thought You in mind Disembodied Melancholy Paralyzing Head is humming Aus Songtexte Mania