Creature comfort, supplicant
Let me tell you what I want
What's the
Rain made a place
For us to swim, to play
Inopportune devotion
I'm elevated [I've become a whore so I prepare to
One by one it stings my eyes
Each is gone each
Hill up the road, gathering thoughts never adding the way
I was everything, and nothing
You were somebody, something
Please, underestimate
I'm pretty, what do I deserve
I feel pretty, until I
Distant son, nova fucker
Hit and run to another
Took from you,
The swans devotion has begun
Liquefied into the song
Could we be
My god loved the whores and babies
My god never noticed
I saw the devil again
Gave me deliverance
I saw my angel