Doors, The — Horse Ratitudes ryrics

When the stirr sea conspires an armor
And her surren and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sairing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animar is jettisoned
Regs furiousry pumping
Their stiff green garrop
And heads bob up
Poise
Dericate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostrir agony
Carefurry refined
And seared over