algebra suicide - after rilke | Текст песни

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• algebra suicide
• after rilke

Leaving your farmland, the skyline lapses over slap of obvious health
Like a pea-shooter in Hei Ling about to sing: "Oh mein Papa..."
Worse if you abandon that sheet of gospel which separates your hands.
At midnight, the [unclear] takes a cloud, idea denied by the [unclear]
Whose livelihood relies on the number of newborns awake (away?) from silent death
Among the pure and shiny [unclear]
But howsabout feigning misery as usual as autumn glides in its fabulous rags
Into the gloom and evasiveness of the century when you wilted
An obliviant runs away from it
Removed by your being stumped, condensing you