Epik High - Spider Web | Текст песни

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Oh shit
Turning my back on the sun I kiss the moon
The wind breathes; the light closes its eyes
Within the deep darkness her freedom lies
In a night clouded with dense fog
She fixes her makeup by the moonlight
Smooth skin visible
Through furtively revealing clothes, feet in nice shoes
She leaves a prettier smile lingering in the mirror
When it's time she steps out
Enters her black car
Disappears into the deep darkness
A long sigh blossoms through tears
I'll save you; the spider web that bound you
I'll release you; the lies that wormed into your soul
I'll erase for you; the light you couldn't hold in your hands
I'll shine it for you; I'll watch over you

It's time for the last city lights to darken and fade
I call the stage lights; her sigh of relief at newfound liberty
Sends shivers through me
I follow her stumbling footsteps
I find my lips pressed against spider webs
Abandoned to hang on trees lining a street tainted with guilt
A fate forsaken by heaven is subdued by its replacement
The sun has already swallowed the moon
Her goodbye tugs on my arm
The sleepless night embraced by death
The immortal heart I've prepared for you
I'll save you; the spider web that bound you
I'll release you; the lies that wormed into your soul
I'll erase for you; the light you couldn't hold in your hands
I'll shine it for you; I'll watch over you

Your lips…
A light wind advances
In my heart unravels
Your spider web
I'll save you; the spider web that bound you
I'll release you; the lies that wormed into your soul
I'll erase for you; the light you couldn't hold in your hands
I'll shine it for you; I'll watch over you; I'll empty your memories
I'll wash away your past with the rain
The spider web that bound you
The lies that wormed into your soul
The light you couldn't hold in your hands
I'll watch over you

God bless the soul, divine festival
Let this cold rainstorm resurrect the soul
Eternal sun, dance with the infernal one
To the rhythm of the heart, universal drum
What you become is what you were destined to be
Your cold blue lips are confessin' to me
Be my infinite true wife
Death is the start of a new life.

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