Lethargy
When you need to be mean, cold is cold, cold is cold, dirt is clean.
So I swooped underneath. It was o.k., it was o.k. For cheap relief.
Marry me lethargy,
lethargy, marry me!
Carry me lethargy,
lethargy, carry me!
So I came overground, is when I clung and I clung to a cloud.
Where it drifted is where it was bound, when I touched and I touched broken sound.
Marry me lethargy,
lethargy, marry me!
Carry me lethargy,
lethargy, carry me!
Wait ’till I get in my own space!
Wait ’till I kick in my own face!
Wait ’till I get in my own space!
Wait ’till I kick in my own face!
[Serafin 2003]
myrbel, married with lethargy