Rotted Arp - Lapalux, LOUISAHHH!!!

If only I could feel nothing

Hollow as a bell

I can hear my own heart ringing sometimes

Singing clear and empty

A perfect vessel

A sweet

Instead, now, full and fragile

A bloody mess beating away

I’ll write it out, I’ll write it out

It’s frustration that creates desire

Not the other way around

Unless you let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it

Baby, I’ll let it