Bonehouse - Old Faithful | Текст песни

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a hot white flash; a recurring dream; an omnipresence. dirt corridors that we've limped down every day of our lives burn bright and burn loud; a mortuary. the lines on our faces gone, ordinance vanished. mapped out on his face, signatures of regret, face the fine lines that dignify our regrets. the feedback was a reprieve from the whispers of regret that haunt us undaunted and have done for decades. those brief seconds when we couldn't hear the screams and groans and clatter of prosthetic limbs. they left us in the trenches to die so pick up your guns and fight. muster all of what's left in your arthritic knuckles, holler and stammer 'once more into the breach'. pull yourselves out of your trenches, pull yourselves out of your rut, holler and yelp 'once more into the breach'. they left us in the trenches to die.

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