I'm full of despair, held in reserve
Our bodies are pale, the appetite's usurped
All is bonafide, and the spirit is spread
Slow stuttering higher, wringing and raising the dead
Elsewhere is dying desire, pet springs heavy as lead
You leave me like a child, by this suffering
By this reckoning
To wait
Where the frequencies run deeper
A vow under license, and the afraid roles are refined
Two sexes in equal violence, equal force when we collide
Let others taste decay, run circuits of circumstance
One is broken, one is made
Why you dare me
In this dance
By your offering
Beyond all reckoning
To where the frequencies run deeper
To where the frequencies run deeper
This pliers, left free
Ranging, the
Met retracted
Those taters
Just to let you know
broken words made
But I am equal to this dance
One word is broken, one is made But I am equal to this dance
Let others tasteuję
To be your referee, where you carry me
To where the frequencies run deeper wild
To where the frequencies run deeper wild
I'm going where the frequencies run deeper wild
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