Sibaso – Ambrosia


See, they are the touchables
and we are the dust
Like pollen blazing through deserts
and blending with rocks

Ambrosia is dripping
From head down to floor
I’ve got my beak in your belly
I’m yearning for more

I’ve got this twisted sense of humor
And appetite for love that makes me
Flood nature’s dungeons
To heavens above

I’m your puppet yeah
I won’t let you down
I’m your puppet yeah
Come let it all out

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