Gullinkambi’s Return - The Venetia Fair

Fill their heads with bold assumptions thick with pantomime corruption

Surely they proved more disruptive than these words are interruptive

Painted visage veils intention, so I’ve staged this intervention

Choking now on revelation, gasp for breaths of blind elation

This is the recipe for breathing fucking fallacies:

A simple blend of fear and misdirection

Crusted eyelids over every single rod and cone and twinkle in their eyes

It’s all been written in the scars !

So fuck what you’ve seen

We’re at the end of our rope

Without a second chance to leave a few more feet

Enough to wrap around tour necks

We’d hang our bodies from the clouds and tear

What’s left of your paradise down !

This is the recipe for honestly and open sores:

A simple blend of painful complications

Sick confessions cover every single wave of sound that echoes in my ears

It’s all recorded in these songs

So tell me how I’d ever hear these words and I suppose I’ll tell you

Where we’ve stashed away those insolent freaks

Here’s your fucking hint !