Lyrics Eneby Kurs - Subtle

Eneby Kurs

There will be no ape with a fire for a face singing a word like fate while
banging a fork on a plate
No gates, no stakes, no planes that are fake
Just a simple tetrahedron and its vagina of states
Did you really think that hydrogen was made to make apes
Or maybe made to make an ape to make a net of for catching whales in space
(x2) (second silent)
And that’s why we whale (x3)
I’m crack some ink
Hugging the rock
Wind wound around bone
Every raindrop earthsick
The universe is playing a close relative of bowling with our
Eneby Kurs or Could You Let It Be a Rock (x8)