Cocoons - The Deathtrip

Making me in a room of provoked gods

No limits seem fit for us down here

As we challenge them and become something else

Who we are is now uncertain

Must be the trigger in the wall

The only one who can tell

Our guardian troll and companion

The naked lefthanded composer

Who shares my will in such a turn

Flickering in the face of divine power

Escalating as the gods get angry

Come on, let’s boogie

Kill me if you can

And my walls will grow shorter

I’ll see the light of day

And the wounds that never heal

The marrow of your beauty

And the smile that makes me shine

In the darkness of your heart

Where grim frost enshrouds your life

Making me without limbs

My sins shall be my throne

In oceans to sing for and for children to laugh

I open up my heart for the devil