Wayfinding Songtext
von Drought

At night you get around to map out this curfew of this town

You kissed the tiger′s mouth as it left the den

Saying "my manhood is a box, a cage, a lie, a mess, a tenement"
"My manhood is a box, a cage, a lie, a mess, an emptiness"

"Another passage to wrap myself in the filigree
This tigersuit is sewn to me"

Drawn and quartered in your own home


"My manhood is a box, a cage, a lie, a mess, a tenement"
"My manhood is a box, a cage, a lie, a mess, an emptiness"

At night they linger at your side licking your wounds

Is it for comfort or taste?
Finding your way out
Comfort
Finding your way out
Comfort or taste
Finding your way out
For taste