Buying Ether from the Girl Who Lives in the Cemetery - Fero Lux

These are the days we will regret looking over our shoulders, waiting on waves

of waking wolves.

I wish I could trade destructive hands for daydreams of nothing but bodies of

water, or flesh gripping me.

Hey, why don’t you and I play a game I call «I know your address»?

Invite everyone you know, pour the gasoline, and I’ll bring the matches.

Yeah it’s strange how the insincere will light so quickly.

We swim in the ashes.

I found you out.

Yeah, I’ve had this dream more than once before: I say to you, «these pigs are waiting for me at the edge of the cemetery where I have come to

learn the names of everyone buried in holes that we all walk over.

Now you will come to learn the names of everyone buried in holes that we’ve all

forgotten.

These are the days we will regret looking over our shoulders, waiting on waves

of waking wolves.

I wish I could trade these destructive hands for daydreams of nothing but

bodies of water and flesh gripping me.