Howling In The Fog - Bowles | Текст песни

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Arrows of pain burn inside us
Moments frozen by an endless pain
Silent death that we observed
A resigned silence,
inancing us this path awaits us
is waiting to dry up
my blood runs faster on those sad notes
(for ever)

It all seems pointless and empty ...
traveling through the void
I try not to think, try to understand ...
vacuum one day like this comes to an end ....
comes to an end ....
everything seems to be gone ..
All through of my bowels
of my bowels....

soul-rending, goodbye to the new impact
certainties vanished into thin air
stupid criteria that are worth less than zero
I come to this disgusting thought
I come today not a chance
not a chance
vacuum one day like this comes to an end ....
everything seems to be gone ..
All through of my bowels
All through of my bowels
of my bowels....

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