Lyrics
IN THE PARLOUR
We are ahead of all murders
Being fed by the all the deaths
Trembling words through
Bleeding roses
We ourselves
Staring at the ground
Don’t touch the sky
Staring at the ground
Don’t touch the sky
Don’t touch the ground
No land
There’s no land
No ammunition
You and Me
Ourselves
Waiting to be honored
On our last day
Hidden in the parlor
Staring at the ground
Don’t touch the sky
Staring at the ground
Don’t touch the sky
Don’t touch the ground
No land
Fearing of humans
No land
Heartbroken
We remain unborn
We are virgins
Looking downwards
Alone
Dejected
Gathered together
Hidden in the parlour
together