Anthropomorphic 歌词

My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This I can't believe! Responding not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not one woman compares Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes Around the dyre, a circle of thirteen Thoughout these woods, ecstatic screams I look deeply into your eyes I smell your hair, caress your thighs Now we'll make love by fire light A blaze so high it lights the night Long fingernails dug in my skin Yourself so wet invites me in