Farmakon - Loosely Of Amoebas Lyrics
Crave...the sound of ocean roaringThe moisture during nightime warmthCrave...though rather ill-disposedlyTo be the director of your dreamplaysTo cause awkward ecstatic awakeningsBy his side, under the ghost of meInto the waves still rising higherThe mermaid home, wish I'd be taken thereLike the amoeba spawnsFilling poor Rockford's caveMy brains swell sorelyWhen exposed to the vicinityThe conciousness sears meThrough the necessaryInhaling sin, sketching the movesCrave...the sound of ocean roaringIt was all tears mixed with seaI'm purified by crystal showers and nowSalt tastes too mildy on my tongueCrave...though rather ill-disposedlyTo wake the sea-nymph that remains unseenCausing awkward ecstatic awakeningsBy his side, under the ghost of me