MewithoutYou - Lilac Queen lyrics
[MewithoutYou - Lilac Queen lyrics]
Comet streams and the rocket scenes
And cyclone turning seas
Thy foes profanely rageSH 49B
Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean
In proud Euphrates' stream SH 504
Where no one knows my name
I'll be long, long gone
"On the slopes at Courchevel
The news from the Gulf War is relayed
By loudspeakers during the
Intensive bombardments: (J baudrillard)
All moon-rides, lifts are full
Go search the world beneath SH 300
Cladding breach at 3-mile beach
All spent fuel pools are full
"It's all the same to me -
I'll be long, long gone"
I'll be long, long gone
In such fell repose, you suppose
That mouth will finally close
When you're long long gone?
I was born of a thought of mine
I was the ISIS flag design
You were a Lilac Queen
Paddling through your empire's streams
I was born of a thought of mine
Born of the stillborn heart of mine
You were the Werewolf King
Peddling round your sapphire ring
Soon is the swing of the Hammerhand
Circling the earth I go
Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom:
Nearer the boots to the stolid floor
Or restless thought to the waves
Of a foreign shore? Racing the sun, I rose
Hastening lest thy gates be closed
(Racing the sun, I rose)
(Hastening lest thy gates be closed)
(But, I, I was born of a thought of mine)
(I was born of a thought of mine)
But, I find that there is time
And cyclone turning seas
Thy foes profanely rageSH 49B
Hands washed, Pontius-Pilate-clean
In proud Euphrates' stream SH 504
Where no one knows my name
I'll be long, long gone
"On the slopes at Courchevel
The news from the Gulf War is relayed
By loudspeakers during the
Intensive bombardments: (J baudrillard)
All moon-rides, lifts are full
Go search the world beneath SH 300
Cladding breach at 3-mile beach
All spent fuel pools are full
"It's all the same to me -
I'll be long, long gone"
I'll be long, long gone
In such fell repose, you suppose
That mouth will finally close
When you're long long gone?
I was born of a thought of mine
I was the ISIS flag design
You were a Lilac Queen
Paddling through your empire's streams
I was born of a thought of mine
Born of the stillborn heart of mine
You were the Werewolf King
Peddling round your sapphire ring
Soon is the swing of the Hammerhand
Circling the earth I go
Slobbering out of my oatmeal wisdom:
Nearer the boots to the stolid floor
Or restless thought to the waves
Of a foreign shore? Racing the sun, I rose
Hastening lest thy gates be closed
(Racing the sun, I rose)
(Hastening lest thy gates be closed)
(But, I, I was born of a thought of mine)
(I was born of a thought of mine)
But, I find that there is time