Ad Nauseam, I Drown Songtext
von Gatherers

Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
The taste of alkaline
You′d kill to be adored
To wax poetically
While you rot on the vine
A deathblow
A kiss
Sharp
Cheap fix
Gets me close
I'm drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I′m nauseous at the thought
You in mind


Does it taste all the same
When you pander hand to mouth
To the fashionably guilty
Off the hook you rave on and on about
Crescent in the low
Hanging over me
But still i adore you so
I'm drowning in your arms
Tide glowing cataract white
I'm nauseous at the thought
You in mind
Disembodied
Melancholy
Paralysing
Head is humming