Blackbird Raum - The Lash | Текст песни

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• Blackbird Raum
• The Lash

The lash is on it’s golden nail inside the master’s house
It’s not needed now, dreams are working for the nonce
But that lash, is being taken down they’ve thrown bones enough
And don’t love to hear us whine
Some refused to sign
Some lit themselves on fire
In the labyrinth cities
Endless rooms
The economic chain
In the endless rooms, heads dancing in their tombs
The hairless apologists, cook their schemes
Aspect of the leech
War lines to my home
Rust to gleaming chrome

The lion’s share, the lions’ share their kill
The system drinks unknowing, blindly draining all and we are all it’s cells

The bloodless routine evil, greying cloud of working
Hydras head grown back

Every daughter, every one, every mother’s son

The knives in their upward stab
I do no good, I hold them by the blade
That’s how I was made
The towers never show their roots, yet underground
The dwelling of the low
Wanting, grasping souls
To the middle bricks we are
Worth, shallow
Not enough, never enough, don’t give up, I give up


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