Paroles:
Forms The

I see white Bright flashes of souls of those I know They are so bright THey are so controlled They won't let go And this vision It returns when the sky

your tongue the fruit so bitter Another world another side In control to crush your soul [Chorus] Another face another form It is her face that forms

of opinion If your choice is a racist system 'Freedom of speech'--it's a worthless cause As long as freedom is defined by laws We support all forms of

This really feels like flying Am I lighter than air? Perhaps I'm on the water, floating God knows this could be anywhere At least my lungs are still

So high Feeling so high, high Feeling so high, high X 2

Nothing is himeself, everything is world [CHORUS] Primordial egg returns Consciousness unborn Pre-personal perfection Bliss's scree yet untorn Uroboric forms

all thought Of solidity Encircled by the frail cannon Beset by the strength of support The confines of validity Are entrenched in rough soil Traces of the forms

it flows like red lava upon a city of outstretched arms awaiting deliverance, awaiting rebirth as infestation beneath the skin of a goddess divinity

Traduction: Et des Océans. Angelina: chthonienne de la Terre: son visage formes Worms.