My eyes augments the pleasure of our colliding skin
Sliding through, Sliding through, Sliding through you
Plotting your own death on that denim couch
That I found hideous to help the public realize
That you're some kind genius
I've got to hand it to you
Those paintings aren't that great
I'm no Buddy Rich, you ain't Monet
I like your body
I think it's s***
I want to make origami
All you want to do is make stains on a canvas with paint
Let's compromise, lets compromise and play shadow charades
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The Origamists II Lyrics

Lemuria – The Origamists II Lyrics