WORDS

MATTALENAHORN 

Your sides have split. I blame the paces. 

Unlisted cards. The telephone table. 

Not only that, there’s a thousand things to do now. 

 

These days you say goodbye to your father. 

With your captive breath and an angry, dry audience. 

 

Second turn coming. Sleep and touch fire. 

Too much sharp gristle, and steel on the lay. 

I’ll make no bones. Alone, down below me. 

 

I had my charm on these snaking ropes. 

So sweet, the dark model, mussed up pretty deep. 

 

Mattalenahorn - I shatter the mirror like ice. 

Mattalenahorn - I shadow the fearful eyes. 

 

The cold breeze and I have nothing much to say. 

And you scream blood and guts as you’re tickled pink. 

Don’t struggle like dogs. Teeth the bad meat door. 

 

I drop the blade right into the trouble. 

My pulse is hot, and I have to laugh. 

 

What I deserve is gone with my shame. 

Leaving this terrible disease and this goose. 

Caught with my pants down in this heavy midnight. 

 

Mattalenahorn - I shatter the mirror like ice. 

Mattalenahorn - I shadow the fearful eyes.

 

 

Jeroan van Aichen: Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, 

Electric Guitar, Bass, Percussion