Текст песни Organelle (In She We Lust)

The foundation of our upbringing was her heart beating. Within vessels lies
the fluid. I know it tastes like mine does. Epidermal layer, porcelain.
Paper thin, but it holds her in the inside light. The length of her lungs
could be measured by a breath. By a breathless moan, her whisper. Her marrow End - Organelle (In She We Lust) - http://ru.motolyrics.com/end/organelle-in-she-we-lust-lyrics.html
matter means everything. We sipped her sweat through the floorboards, every
drop. Down there. The warmest den. The pinkest lips on the hair thin slit of
a hollow shell that held it all. She's a miracle.