Porcelain - jonatan leandoer96

Porcelain windows sit above center of plants swing an axe in the abyss of

sunlight

Twilight dreams in an obscene dimension

Of leather heels and cigarettes

White Porsche and a Las Vegas motel

Looking through the pink glass over the black mountains where goats run free

and bats hang upside down on the chandeliers

Chandeliers

Alright, sorry, let me do it again

Black Finnish roses, circling white roses

Forming across in this untamed ravishing yard

Not any cross, but the cross of hate, a cross of shattered dreams and innocent

tomorrows

Never came

Black Finnish liquor

Swirls around his goblet as a fat one dines in his hall with the fascists of

Europe

The night was becoming morning and the smell of wet grass and burnt cigarettes

pick up on them

As they march out for the yearly hunt

Under your wings

Under your wings

Under your wings

Under your wings

It’s a lonely desire

You saw my fire

Treble rests in the spider

I don’t wanna fall

No, no, no

I don’t wanna fall

No, no