Consistency Songtext
Of cigarettes and sex, this stale inhaling of the aftermath.
The path that lead across these bodies, pays respect to actions past.
From shrill to undistinguished, in the shape and wave, and strength,
At least. In feeling pleasure wound against the grain, unleashed these shadows linked.
Consistency each breath and blink in pushing through the warm wet air. And with a laugh
Through worries, tension, skill, restraint, and skin so fair.
Each line, and curve, and light, and nerve, from soft to solid, perfect flaws,
In stretching skin, to fetching limb, in soft embrace, to clenching jaws.
As said, "intense", and biting flesh, and howling with convoluted throws,
In passion, passive, gestured, massive, hinted at,
To solid blows. The striking of the tongue,
Unsung the hands as like, and coming too.
If so or not, I know it not,
But know I'd like if it were true.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
And still, as said, it would not sour the taste if all suspected is.
I revel in the fact, that taken, all of what I had to give.
So now until replenished, at the time, and skill, and drive.
I feel it right,
And hope to soon again, be counted so alive.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
[this verse not found in lyrics, my best guess]
Against the skin, against the tide, against all (wants) identified.
If (insincere), against the grain, while lying (pain may cast aside).
Against the flesh, against all rule, against ...
And now the steel so ever whole (cold?) (consumes?) my soul. [end missing lyrics]
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
If we want is what we get,
Is it deserving of regret?
And when it comes our turn to bet,
Have we the nerve to drop our fear?
If we want is what we get,
Is it deserving of regret?
And when it comes our turn to bet,
Have we the nerve to drop our fear?
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
The path that lead across these bodies, pays respect to actions past.
From shrill to undistinguished, in the shape and wave, and strength,
At least. In feeling pleasure wound against the grain, unleashed these shadows linked.
Consistency each breath and blink in pushing through the warm wet air. And with a laugh
Through worries, tension, skill, restraint, and skin so fair.
Each line, and curve, and light, and nerve, from soft to solid, perfect flaws,
In stretching skin, to fetching limb, in soft embrace, to clenching jaws.
As said, "intense", and biting flesh, and howling with convoluted throws,
In passion, passive, gestured, massive, hinted at,
To solid blows. The striking of the tongue,
Unsung the hands as like, and coming too.
If so or not, I know it not,
But know I'd like if it were true.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
And still, as said, it would not sour the taste if all suspected is.
I revel in the fact, that taken, all of what I had to give.
So now until replenished, at the time, and skill, and drive.
I feel it right,
And hope to soon again, be counted so alive.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
[this verse not found in lyrics, my best guess]
Against the skin, against the tide, against all (wants) identified.
If (insincere), against the grain, while lying (pain may cast aside).
Against the flesh, against all rule, against ...
And now the steel so ever whole (cold?) (consumes?) my soul. [end missing lyrics]
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
If we want is what we get,
Is it deserving of regret?
And when it comes our turn to bet,
Have we the nerve to drop our fear?
If we want is what we get,
Is it deserving of regret?
And when it comes our turn to bet,
Have we the nerve to drop our fear?
To feel the tension faltering.
There's no logic in regret.
Will it be worth the offering?
To take what we can get.
Consistency Video
