You Fucking People Make Me Sick – Swans
Now diamonds are falling
the way we will, in the sky.
Obsessions, pink children,
they are laid out in a line.
They are screaming, they are polluted,
they are demanding their life.
This wrong feelings, they are calling
the red leper of time.
I love you, I need you,
oh show me how to shine.
I love you, young flower,
now give me what is mine.
