Tekster: Deus. Guilty Pleasures.

That's a really nice sound
That's a nice sound
That's what I call a nice sound
Wanting missing, having letting, knowing forgetting, showing climbing, falling sucking,
breathing lying, loosing missing
You make me feel
Happy clumsy, angry rash, cripple silly, little smaller, taller witty, hasty sexy, weary ugly
You make me feel
In there neither, someone several, all round in time, more off instant, more like therefore,
pinned on hardly, in there often
You make me feel
Envy fucking, waisting sighing, coping bragging, coughing dying, laughing plastifying and
crying
You make me feel
My sister
Got nowhere to hide
I missed her
But deep down inside
We drive
Keep our hands on the wheel

We drive
You know how it feels
In my dream on my back, on those pills make it till, by the sea
You make me feel
On my left by my side, on your lap heavy foot, hurt and heal
You make me feel
Blinded by ready for, always yours cardiac, filthy guilty pleasure
You make me feel
My sister
Got nowhere to hide
I missed her
But deep down inside
We drive
Keep our hands on the wheel
We drive
You know how it feels
My sister