Slow Agony of a Dying Orgasm letra

We console ourselves by delusion
We are bewildered and confused
We do not know what to hold on to
We are ashamed
We are strangers to life
What we shall hate
What we shall love
What we shall admire
We are ashamed
We are strangers to life

We feel disgust towards the living life
Night is a trap
Darkness is relief
Night is a trap
Darkness is relief
We console ourselves with an illusion

Puce Mary - Letras

• A Feast Before The Drought
• Coagulate
• Dissolve
• Enter Into Them
• Fragments Of a Lily
• Gestures
• Impure Fantasy
• Masks Are Aids II
• Night is a Trap II
• No Memory
• Persona
• Pigs
• Red Desert
• Slouching Uphill
• Slow Agony of a Dying Orgasm
• The Actor
• The Course
• The Size of Our Desires
• The Spiral
• The Temptation to Exist
• The Transformation
• The Viewer
• To Possess Is To Be In Control