Gults Music - Knife | Текст песни

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Take your hollow, artificial guest,
Makes you swallow pieces of his death
Take your time and let him hear you out,
Take for granted what it's all about

Place your hands in gauntlets of concrete,
When you're burning, you are good to eat
Pain will vanish when you take your seat, don't spoil it

Now you know you're up against them all,
Not supposed to look above the wall
What you'll see may put some rock'n'roll in your soul

Don't you try your quickly fading luck
Close your eyes and nevermind the mock
Serve your purpose to the wooden block you hold on

You've been waiting for this all your life
You're his mate, you are his fucking wife
Search the shelves and if you find the knife...


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