Blueneck Low
Unclothe yourself
Burn in the sun
Peeling yourself away
They cut you down
You dance with your enemy
Spiders in harmony
Caught glass inside of me
They close today
Chased of a bed of nails
Crushed today
You yearn for another day
To blow you down
Kissed by an enemy
You live here in harmony
A seldom battering
They cut you down
Too late...
