Trade, you have your body to trade
I will exploit it for some years
before it fades away
like everything fades
you fade
we do it without love
we are trading love for sex
and we don't care
cause there's no room left for our love
we are criminal dogs
we are criminal honey
we are criminal dogs unleashed
give it all my doll
i'll take it all my darling
You are beautiful as gods are thought to be
like gods
Hold me i need to dream of love
hold me until my money runs out bitch
hold me and never let me go
for long
I have listen to SOM intensely since hearing the first bars of "Black Planet", and I have heard many imitations and mediocre renditions. This album. Floors. Me. Each track is a unique, personal and strikingly powerful musical execution of insight into the truly unique magick of this most inimitable group. My only criticism--and it is tragic one--is that the vinyl version was not the full "Honoris II" collection. Gods! Get this, servants: it is music to rise and reverberate to. Nafre de la Toundra
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