Martyrs Asylum - Lucky 13 | Текст песни

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The same blood
I suppose
Breaking jars
I'm no good
As the prodigal son
And I know that you're mesmerized
You had a vision made these laws and sanitized
Are we above desires?
I miss him so
You are so fucked
It has begun
Revolution crawls
All over you
I was asleep
You light up this sky
And scrape out your skull
Your lovely face
Will never be claimed thrice
It was so unlikely doom
Upon my wrists I bear the cross
My losses mount as I climb across the hole
Of my own soul
I'll claim my prize
I don't exist
I am divine
A ghost with eyes
Billy: yeah, Vietnam.
James: you headin' to Vietnam?
Unknown: yes, I need to be at the co-op.
Unknown: thanks dude.
Jimmy: I'm jungle-drummed out, man

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