Murder By Death - Pillars Of Salt | Текст песни

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• Murder By Death
• Pillars Of Salt

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Our fingers are missing
They litter the ground
Grass will never grow near this town again

The frames on the walls
Are crooked and empty
These shoulders bend low towards the dirt

I made a deal
To get us out of this place
But I am falling apart
With each step I take
And as the pieces fall
I count them all.