Letra de Novena Without Faith
Oh isis... hydatyd...* You're blood lips Surround me in This hallway. Cannon lust in All this tumult... Tied to the pathos... a revolt You're a slur... She's a slur... And all the space between Certain illusions... Is the cause of rips... Cracks and your face We'll wrinkle into nothing Floorboards and passing headlights... Any gate will reveal Itself to me... As a thief in the night Oh isis... hydatyd