Pin-up Went Down Porcelain Hours
Every piece of
this cold truth
knowing all
from shit to shit
knowing nothing at all
fear of the lies
fear of the lights
The truth
Around
I’d rather be blind
I’d rather seize that porcelain hours
But I know
Fear of the light as you’re seeking deep
Fear of the ground as you’re losing it
Wake up wake up
what you seek indeed
Every piece of a cold truth is a grave to remind
Every piece of this cold truth
Knowing all from shit to shit
I’d rather be blind
Never know nothing at all
Fear of the light as you’re seeking deep
Fear of the ground as you’re losing it
Wake up wake up what you seek indeed
What you seek is a grave to remind.
