naked blue from yolk by heliogabale

Oh where… shit that powder… I’m cold… where are you ? Naked blue body true bill, I’m a daily harm. You’re the hard way ’cause true I will shake you too. Not even notched, giving the tone, not even notched. I’m home, I’m cold blue, naked city that’s rolling till harm. She’s there, in her tub, just floating in her blood plunder. True all that day, I say » too « , grew the bully hound. Naked blooming, scared too, shaking in each howl. It’s to organise your pain on shade. Oh too I’m cold blue. I’m liquid there in the tub, livid heart. I’m a slanting slope where’s Nick the stripper. I’m feeling horror, mum it’s not sitting that way you too I will show ring two. You tried to kill the years, and switched and now you rant. I turn veins, put it there, floating neck although I’m spelling I’m oh cold, but you’re not shaving all those tongues. Down here there’s hope trails . White. Punk Ophelia in her powder’s taking her last bath, punk Ophelia in her tub’s taking her last bath…

• Alternative
• French rock
• cabaret rock
• heliogabale
• noise rock
• Paris