Godsink Testo

Hair in the sink
I shaved my head
Now that it's gone
All that's been said remains

Can't be the same
Still it prevails
Anger from the hull sending ribbons up my sails
In spades
I'm headed straight for the lurch
I'm headed straight for that gut drop
Aaaaaaah
Aaaaaaah

A place, a port
Parched pantomimes
A pair of hands
Bright eyes

A friend of mine
Alencon lace
All dried remains, their face
For sale

Can't be the same
Still it prevails
Anger from the hull sending ribbons up my sails
In spades
Some great god is done with their bath and
Gasping and sputtering, we are sucked down
And where we spurt out, you know I don't know
I'm a cat on a slide
I'm a wasp in a storm

We're headed straight for the lurch
We're headed straight for that gut drop
You're hiding your face in my shirt
Hold on Adila, we're going over