Götterdämmerung - Skincree | Текст песни

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(Soft word she once loved)

Well
Bereft of structure
Bereft of peace
To create sin and vice
Sister Marice
Sister Marice

The word she once loved
Cradle to nurture
What she was able
Cradle to nurture
Cradle to nurture

To reap what she had saved
Bereft of structure
Bereft of peace
Distracted by imaginative kind
Sister Marice

The soft word she once loved
Now harsh till soft she hands hold
It's like making love on her own
It gave her reason

And the circle you're moving in now
See the flaws in your own reflection
Eruption, you're drenching yourself now
Wrapping your sorrow in skin
The circles, you're sweating now
Trigger to get to tomorrow
Someone's eyes (???)
Wrapping your skin
Discovering sorrow

(Discovering sorrow)

To turn (???)
To fragrances of rum
To turn (???)
To be intimate, willing

And the circle you're moving in now
See the flaws in your own reflection
Eruption, you're drenching yourself now
Wrapping your sorrow in skin
The circles, you're sweating now
Trigger to get to tomorrow
Someone's eyes (???)
Wrapping your skin
Discovering sorrow