My Precious

get with it, gotta get with it
bear with it, gotta bear with it
reach into my hungry soul
weaning on my lost desires
screening of the sharpened ghost
playing out to deaths attire
steering out of darker waters
supported by some serenade
a whiff of your attractive visions
deliverance of controversies
demagnetise this horror act
and bite the lip of separation
desensitise this pregnant heart
slap away the feeling hand
living on borrowed oxygen
breathing is to seek out blood
planting bubbles in my veins
infiltrate the silent walls
[ Astrid Lyrics ]