I am dark blue, I'm my own death and locusts and dogs love me. We've got the same arms, they've got the same thoughts. I feel them below and above me, so don't you fail, I'm sweetness. Don't you say, I'm sweetness. I'm tanglement and high pitched movement, tanglement. The movements are silk. I wear my brown eyes like two warm trophies and locusts and dogs love me. I am dark blue and I'm my own death, sweetness. We've got the same arms. They've got the same eyes. I feel them below and above me.