Текст песни Honey Water - Pure Mothman

This is the slime of metamorphosis
Inside of a cocoon
This is the full on mental breakdown in
A unisex bathroom
This is the exile to the puzzle space
For 40 days and nights
This is a parasite

This is the hay that, waiting patiently,
Will into gold be spun
This is the flower gently placed inside
The barrel of a gun
This is the generation shocked that it
Could ever get this far
This is honey water
In a mason jar

This is the photographic memory
Destroyed for its own good
This is the colony of termites in
The lifeboats made of wood
This is your body's way of telling you
It isn't just a phase
This is a paraphrase

This is the baby sparrow ruined by
The stench of human touch
This is a god that made you special
And loves you very much
This is the pharaoh's friends and family
Who join him in the tomb
This is honey water
In a warm dark room

This is the part where I say nothing
But you all sing along
This is the bottle of lorazepam
Who's writing you a song
This is the basket in the living room
Of almost matching socks
This is Paradox

When the moonlight casts a shadow on
The ghost you're giving power
And the silence is unbearable
And your blood begins to sour
When it's hard to stick up for yourself
And harder to repent
This is honey water
Waiting to ferment