Maud The Moth - Eleven | Текст песни

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• Maud The Moth
• Eleven

Blow out the smoke inhale the words, like the story you were waiting for, in the air.
I light a match; you´ve got the fuse, it´s the fire I’ve been waiting for all the way.
Powder machine powder the wings. I don’t need them anymore.
See myself turn, into the dust, into golden makeup for the ladies with the star above.
Shadows glimmer, trails erased, finally.
In cemetery sinks
Grinding as one, our bodies
Fading silently.
Follow me down, the hole.
For the light that burns, our souls..

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