A waltz about delusion.
It's long been a year since the ropes tied around our wrists.
Dissonant songs in the place of a lover's kiss.
I turn my ring inwards and listen to his words
for a throwaway, giveaway, anything. Anyday
Now 'till you concede and say that you love me
we'll marry in an eco-hut in the Andes and...
We're free with Pinochet.
Lover, watch what you say.
And though I slave away:
Work sets me free.
Work will set me free.
You were not the root
You were merely the trigger for
Cilice I wrapped around me and
You can call me what you want,
but who's weeping at the foot of the cross?
But I continue these
Doctor Mengele experiments to get these
parts of you out of me,
but I'm pragmatic so I'll move the scalpels off
lay out the delph & ask you join me at this
if you're able
so as to feed my
released June 17, 2012
Music and lyrics by Graham Jong-Il.