Lyrics Complicity - Arto Lindsay

Complicity
Unconscious wit
Borders without borders under eyebrows
Silent as scent
Hair curls like smoke
Let's talk about another kind of violence
Terrifying face of pleasure in the painting
Red palms and soles stand out against blue skin
Standing on one leg with her long back displayed
While the other leg wraps itself around him
Day in a face
Voices erased
At the center of a savage kind of halo
Hopelessly phrased
I'm not a bird
You are not lying in a hammock
How biological can this clock really be
If it doesn't get you going until midnight
It's an unconscious cult we don't even know
We're in it
Let's make out like two bilinguals in the hay