Текст песни Lifelover - Myspys

Cozy-Wozy (a childish, affectionate term for "cozy")

I hate you
For having banished this hurricane
This violent hurricane
That constantly rages within me
To a repugnant, pulsating,
slimy grey blob inside my skull
Split up into microscopic fragments
And sealed within little streams of substances

These intense feelings,
Whether they are of hate or of love
Are after all the only meaning
That I'm able to discern in life

Either a soul is constituted
Of cold, lifeless concrete
Or a violently bubbling,
and sparkling stew
Of glowing emotional storms

Today, I'm filled with just that