How many times did I have to hear you say to me
Self obsessed artist,
Center of your universe?
Well, I believed your every word
And I believed you were my God
Nietzsche's eyes, Nietszche's kite
Failed in flight to us, and oh my love...
Grandmother, moth
Self obsessed artist,
Center of your universe?
Well, I believed your every word
And I believed you were my God
Nietzsche's eyes, Nietszche's kite
Failed in flight to us, and oh my love...
Grandmother, moth