paroles de chanson Sovereign - Ultrasound

Stains grow
Taunt a sovereign soul
It spreads down and out
Covers flesh and bones and
Brings life to the fecund few.
Under my skin and under your skin
We smell badlands rotting sweat glands
So strangers come and when they leave they leave you
Alone
Tramline tears tear tracing paper laces
Down your face
Purge your sins, lowly stick-thin things
We are unclean.
We are unclean.
We are unclean.

All this mess and blood and grime and snail-slime makes life.
Puritans wash clean their filthy rotten souls
Nothing grows
God is love; love is dirt, unclean
We are unclean
Let me out hear me shout "unclean".

And if I fall
Please let me fall
Between your legs
Beneath your beds while you lie
I will whisper this chant while I finger your rosary
Celibate dreams
Never enough
This salacious old mind
Is aching to find purity in a world left behind
It's so unjust.
The great unwashed
Will drip the drops of their dreams in the soil and the streams
In the hope that they'll grow
In the hearts and the minds of all mankind
With sovereign souls just like mine
There is no good there is no bad everything's true, it's all allowed.
But I'm just a man dripping with sin
With legions of lesions ripping my skin
A sovereign soul with a sovereign heart
Finding all the repetitive strains of familiar refrains
In the songs full of life
This malady is taking me over again like heat from a flame
It's in the dirt inside your skirt
It squirts and it spurts like a vein all the sticky remains of your love
This is what makes us
This is what makes us sovereign soul
Sovereign hearts
This is what makes us
This is what makes us
This is what makes
Us