Lyrics Tongues - Salomea

Tongues spitting phrases in real time
Drenching her face in a sea of sore words
Both empty from misuse and loaded with reference
Innocence drips from the tip of her nose

Morality touches
Normality touches
Mortality touches
Her soul and her mind
In language precision's divine

Soaked and covered
In a layer of proverbs and prayers
She thinks to herself

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off

Rigor
Is caught in her stomach
Three little drops seeping down to her toes
One's pain, one's fear and one's revenge
Movement, movement's her form of defence

Dissolving normality
Discovering mortality
Distinct morality
Leads her to truth
In language precision's the root

Soaked and covered
In a layer of proverbs and prayers
She thinks to herself

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off
It's not about me

Hands on
Heads off
Mouths off
Moods off