Testo The Gifted Children

Close to me you are

We are boiled in milk

Neutrals in the acid house

Curdled in chaos


At least we can see who we are

Not like those gone for the gold

We are boiled in milk



Let us soothe your open wounds,

Dry your crying eyes


Let us soothe your open wounds,

Dry your crying eyes



Let us soothe your open wounds,

Dry your crying eyes



Dry your crying eyes