- cifra
Bury the tongue between the teeth
Open the jaw and sink in deep
Force it open and claw the grip
Down the throat you let it slip
Slip, slip, slip
Let it sink
Don’t let it hold you down
In the static, you are reborn
In the white nights, what you ask for?
Fire the cue and I’ll come for
Give you the marks of a lost war
Cut knife deep in, spit down, swallow
Sword up, nock in and turn the bow
Sever in two and fuse to gold
Down the throat, you let it go
