Rémi Komornicki - Gaea lyrics

(Your hands, your dress, such a pretty little mess And the way that I stumbled over your neck.) Devil-may-care legs bathed in your empty gla** As single malt marked your avid wavering ways Then you stormed on us with livid days Of ghost-like storks and stubborn preys We crawled around merciless in your blackened dunes Searching for mercantile solutions to these ruins Anger built up in your half-sunk ship A couple of aborted half-hearted revolutions And while we stood there, struck by our sick absurdity You struck yourself and k**ed us all