Letra de Ascend

Classical is not so subliminal
What are you on about?
Flesh down to your nerve as you ail
What are you on about?
I could love you all the time I could argue
on and on and

Glass sits cold it´s not so subliminal
What are you on about and what´s got you down?

All the health over me
No one else but me
We all upset it enough
You know

Even if you tired
Tried cutting me off

I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs
And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes
Flesh gets cold it´s not so subliminal
What are you on about and what all´s got you down?

I want that cold, cold water running up your thighs
And let this sweet, sweet tree hollow out your eyes
And what the body condemns, impatiently obscure
We´ll let this guilt be the virtue we needn´t bestow