It's Oh So Quiet

It makes me wanna drool on my self,

And when it comes

I let myself drool myself.

But if you look very close

You see that self

Is a highly overly association for hell,

Pretty much covers it all, and leaves all on the shelf

Except for the hill I pass by and over

And sing my songs about,

(In highly lowered un-singing voice

Of course).

דמיונית,

כבר לא יודעת מה כל כך דמיוני בי...?

אם אני מרגישה צביטות בבשר ובדם..