Black nymph reveals, slowly and close so don't say a word
Sick modern world is exclusive bog where nymphs easy breed
We're feeding their need, we see that bad smell
We smell insect well
Nymph instructive: "The things you've seen... never been"
What's up with your mind?
Listen to me: "My truth is the fine story and your one just lark!"
What's up with your mind?
Our glossy coins
Have both sides a front
While teaching the right way of pissing
The vultures man behind the wheel
Always when honesty's missing... the black nymph reveals
Inside of the circle in the nest of ignorance
Pretend touch made of arctic brass
Stones try to look ambered, arrogant esplanade
Innocence engraved in snowy black, snowy black, almost dead
Everything changes
Wide black tape that's covering eyes is a bit transparent
This meal is out of taste
When resisting night we're maybe on wrong side