Grand Alchemist - Sensemachine Lyrics
Swallow the interglacial serenityMy recreation for lifeDown so longGrown so strongIn a devotional illusion,I ride the storm againDown so longGrown so wrongBrazen and contented I burnI don't see the riverThough hear the complainingWhat is the price andwhat is the winning of shame?There is a fire between us!Feel it, touch itI don't identify this placeA Black strap-on,Instrumental breathingwearing leatherA Black strap-onInstrumental breathingTo pretend this tenderand shell this fear,Will you touch mewith your hands of dirt,and donate some graceso I can grace desert?Will you fill me?