Blackbird Raum - Ensemble Suicide | Текст песни

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• Blackbird Raum
• Ensemble Suicide

Burning down the days
Let me count the ways
Calling up the waste
So what the fuck
The breath of the beast is haze and smog,
Security cameras for eyes and all
Winding rows of teeth growing sharper still eating
the flesh of hours.

Cash in the cockle shells
Bite the copper coin and run
This fiberglass wound is tearing
I'm stealing back
A ragged gash worn smooth swollen shut and padlock held
You can't go back the way you came
If I could make them run I'd run them
An affidavitsworn in dental floss and chicken bone, lashed together as through a storm

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