Mariam the Believer - Dead Meat | Текст песни

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Blank looks that stare into thin air
Shiny plastic chairs left over
A theme of one split in two
I almost did surprise you

But now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

Now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

So can I recommend myself to blend into your drink
Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider web

Here within, but this is not the real life
So cut it out with a butcher's knife

A price on your head
And the words
True to the people
The body's are painted red
The language to play another role, no

Ohhh, ahh
The impact of bleeding in an nest made out of barbed wire fence
And the rain which to pierce both heart and sense
So deep within, but this is not the real life
Oh, so better cut it out with a butcher's knife

So can I recommend myself to blend into your drink
Everything I know and feel is stuck in spider web

So deep within, but this is not the real life
So cut it out with a butcher's knife

So now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

So now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

So now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

Now it's a dead end
Next to the dead me

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