I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the presence of my knuckles

And the beauty of this vision alone

Just like yesterday's sunset

Has been perverted by the sentimental

And mistaken for love

The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eyes will always shake it

And the armies

The armies I have created

Will always hate it

Will always bait you on

I liked the way my hand looked on your head

In the presence of my struggle

And the beauty of this vision alone

I can't shake from my tree just yet

It's invading all my private moments

Listen to me now

The felix of your truth will always break it

And the iris of your eye will always shake it

And the armies, yeah

The armies I have created

Will always hate it

Will always bait you on