The Black Arts
LAETITIA SADIER, TIMOTHY JOHN GANE
I need somebody, I feel so lonely,
Somebody to share my scarcity.
All cut from the world, unrelated
(Need somebody, somebody, need somebody)
This time I need somebody to be family,
Some to inspire, to die in fire.
Surrounded, the world on top,
Disconnected, digging my soul,
Holding my breath to repossess.
I need somebody, I feel so lonely
(Need somebody, need somebody, need my body)
This time I need somebody to be family,
Some to inspire, to die in fire.
My heart (my brain), my heat, my sweat, my feet.
I need my bones and my blood too,
Need somebody in my body.
