Photons Songtext
von Kejnu

Death is carrying you
Bringing you home
Bolts the door
Grows a worm
Folds his hands on you

Steady like a fungus
Many times you′ve dreamed this
Bowels of gold
Gout and gallstones
Blow the light from you


A magical spell is on you
A dance of particles in front of you
Going home, obscured
Going alone, I am sure

A cloudy cloak on
A growing mold coat
Shiny place
Flowing hormones
The dead is on you
Glowing photons

Oh

A magical spell is on you