How the curse of comfort Has plagued your artistic life? I hope love, love, love Just gets in the way Just like that Love could always get in the way
Prevod: Thrills. Curse Of Comfort.
How the curse of comfort has plagued your artistic life i hope love, love, love just gets in they way the suburbs dream tonight of finding their muse
to be frank Your cooking is wretched and this coffee is rank But I look cross this table Into the clutch of your eyes And I'm kind of thrilled that we have been cursed
Innocence inscribed in this crudeness of rites Wounds worn by the heretics of light Creation of hell-bound life Thrill of this inversion Majesty of leviathan
