Gemini Moods (Return) Songtext
von Spllit

Turn my head into a blob
Enter Gemini moods
Grind the hours hopelessly, awaiting for another similar day

It′s a visual violence
With white knuckles, we cover our heads

Churn my silhouette inside
Outward-facing vital
Organizing thoughtlessly, enduring for another endless mundane

A harrowing dance with psychic trash


Skin in the game to remain growing faith
In relativistic place, no escape
But to begin finding kin, relation is all we have
Blistered salve makes me laugh when questioned
Gemini, is that your sign?

Turn my head into a blob
Enter Gemini mood
Searching for eternally the counterparts who give us reason to stay

Growing faith to regain passing days
In desperate, delicate balances
This lurching pit, churning grit bears its gift
Must seek the twin, giving in to a mood as it turns to Gemini