Dear God I Hate Myself

Xiu Xiu Dear God I Hate Myself專輯

12.Impossible Feeling

Spelling in bruises
Crazy iris
Writing out in welts
The morbid iris

Intolerable
Incomprehensible

You can never earn enough
To buy the gun that you want
So you photograph the marks
But the blood you spite sputters up
Up, up, up, out, out, out

Up and up
Up and up

Drafted in a gash
Out of focus iris

Fill up the bath with glass and cover your face
In the shroud of impossible feeling
In the shroud of impossible feeling
In the shroud of impossible feeling