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• Artiste: Peter Murphy
• Titre: Crystal Wrists
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I can't see the light. I'm thrown in disgust They speak of feats... the housed forever A howling wind changed my course It blew me out of bounds so sore All the walls, all the walls that bound me Descending bleak and put upon I chew my cheeks to wake up from The vase grows bigger to my eyes These eyes that snigger and despise The wall grows taller up to doom Shoes in my room, thrown in disgust At how I fall to my worst Of course you say you don't understand Your words, your fiction, your crooked hands But clearly now, I tell you man That all I say Is all I can For I am nothing but my sin Until I learn to caste them in While young girls fangs and crystal wrists Wait patiently for me to twist I look away to distant rains To water falls and honey days And boys in black and blue rinse eyes Gaze whistly at my slender thighs I twist a shade to my right And spit at beelzebub on sight And go on loving all I see For here I live on patiently Clearly now, I tell you man That all I say Is all I can For I am nothing but my sin Until I learn to caste them in