Sirens
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
As she lies on the rocks
It's nature she mocks
With her skin of silk
Balmed with honey and milk
I'll approach her cliffs
Movement like hieroglyphs
I'll sink down to her riff
For a single whiff
Majestic but poisonous
Villainous yet harmless
Ambigue to the bone
Disown disown
With my salted soul
And my pickled skin
See I dozed, overdosed
And went over the rim
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
And the sweet taste of forbidden fruit
Soon becomes sour
And the heat and haste of forgotten youth
Can come as a cold shower
Months awake won't go to bed
No matter what's the hour
So sirens sing me on the rocks
To withstand not within my power
I see the girls with the curls in their hair
I see the girls wearing pearls and I stare
In a waking state things might turn out to be a nightmare
But you with your flair make it easy to bear
Beauty and delicacy I head for the epiphany
But what I find just leaves me dry and unsatisfied
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Cradle me now spontanous host
I'll admit to my foul
Find me on the coast
I'll be biased by beauty
And highly esteemed asthetics
Blinded and bulged
The watchful eye of the erie ethics
My degracing locus is the fading focus
Of the formidable and factical fracturing of my frames
A roach to be squashed
Or poached and gracefully hunted
The outcame stays the same
Yet the grace is what I wanted
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
As she lies on the rocks
It's nature she mocks
With her skin of silk
Balmed with honey and milk
I'll approach her cliffs
Movement like hieroglyphs
I'll sink down to her riff
For a single whiff
Majestic but poisonous
Villainous yet harmless
Ambigue to the bone
Disown disown
With my salted soul
And my pickled skin
See I dozed, overdosed
And went over the rim
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
And the sweet taste of forbidden fruit
Soon becomes sour
And the heat and haste of forgotten youth
Can come as a cold shower
Months awake won't go to bed
No matter what's the hour
So sirens sing me on the rocks
To withstand not within my power
I see the girls with the curls in their hair
I see the girls wearing pearls and I stare
In a waking state things might turn out to be a nightmare
But you with your flair make it easy to bear
Beauty and delicacy I head for the epiphany
But what I find just leaves me dry and unsatisfied
Bronze on gold and gold on red
Drag me down to your ocean bed
Sing your air and reel me in
The sweets of sin will soon sink in
Cradle me now spontanous host
I'll admit to my foul
Find me on the coast
I'll be biased by beauty
And highly esteemed asthetics
Blinded and bulged
The watchful eye of the erie ethics
My degracing locus is the fading focus
Of the formidable and factical fracturing of my frames
A roach to be squashed
Or poached and gracefully hunted
The outcame stays the same
Yet the grace is what I wanted
Credits
Writer(s): Jergan Callebaut, Jan Lemmens, Mathias Bervoets
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