Hasenfang - Cloves | Текст песни

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a torn and bleak echo exemplify
the pondering on memory over partial time
the years now clamp in twisted trials by
your tribulation stretching out from console light
these voiceless screams ringing the veins inside &
how the demons reign when the temptations' high
a trailing down to rather close your eyes
for than to lift then up and offer lacking guise

you want to take her by the hands
desires come with dire plans
this bitterness in motion;
a fluke infatuation

visioned vices grope upon your functions
which soon mope you into webs of the weaver
restless whispers speak: condemning voices as you sleep
you try to dull them all, but you need her
a sacred oath would die to keep those bound-locked chains!
and still you'd strike a clove to greet that haunting day

you're a ridged ghoul, posing a statue stance
though pumping neon blood watching her club floor dance
your spoken words are spoken all alone
to walls of silent, sturdy, scratched-up, solid stone
to key in the code as to unlock the prize
ask are her feelings the same, which she's entombed inside
to take away this pain or take away this plight
a daze of finer times, to times dressed up in white

plea for release to snowflake sky
to let her loose as ravens fly
here winter holds you colder
that frosty friend-forgetter

jolt upon your soul a rushing blaze
of drowning senses as your world starts to teeter
a listless gaze retorts you in the mirror &
yet you'd crawl one hundred miles just to feel her
this lust-filled longing lie that ties the noose in place
and still you'd strike a clove to win that night embrace

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