Cruel Hand - Motions That Lie | Текст песни

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• Cruel Hand
• Motions That Lie

I am caught.
there's no way out
Of an endless existence
I created myself.
My days are aligned
and none too defined.
Living and breathing
are motions that lie.

Endless weeks,
end me please.
Hours that pass
are ours to bleed.

I see no end
but the end sees me.
He knows my face
I'm waiting to meet.

Endless weeks,
end me please.
Hours that pass
are ours to bleed.

(breakdown)

This is a cycle
so familiar, one that I cannot break.
Every time that it starts over,
all this pressure
increases in weight.

Increases in weight

Increases in weight

(breakdown)

Endless weeks,
end me please.
Hours that pass
ours to bleed.

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