Texty:
Ether

I know you ain't talkin' 'bout me dog You, what? Fuck Jay-Z You been on my dick nigga You love my style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether

the bees come 'round to adorn her All the time spent dreaming is never lost Dreams come back through the bells of trumpeting horns Souls lost out in the ether

It used to be that light was propagated Through all the things we used to know I don't know From a distance through the window I can see her And she

Desolate sands of eternity Ever descending down the precipice Deadly dryness desert domain Sent the silent pestilent breeze Consume the dreams and prophecies

Creation of ethereal atmosphere by my ritual Hidden force of the nature is now guest of mine I... feel... the... ancient... power... in... the... air

Wear your tears tonight my dear. I'd say they truly suit you, unimpressed and moistly dressed. I may decide to keep you. I open my mouth and drink down

grief don't let the past wear you down let go of the life that haunts you tonight don't let the silence take the sound alone and isolated ethereal solitude

ethereal paths, fly into the web Filled with symbols, representing your lot See, hear, ethereal levels Touch, feel, ethereal levels See, hear, ethereal levels Touch, feel, ethereal

Dig Ophelia, consider it dug Flowers madness and polar bear rug Here's the water, just ankle deep high Lay back relax and look up at the sky Your eyes