Nostalghia - Meek | Текст песни

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I wonder sometimes If I’m uh
Bed of Thorns
A predator parading
Rotting wood
Suckling FROM
My mothers wirey form
So incompacitated, elevated, still negated, excavated, innovative
Meanwhile my father shoots the gun
And we grow up in powder smoke
And no one knows me, no one knows, no one knows me, no one knows
Umbilical in suede, killed of milk, and sitll un-paid
Wounds of fraud and filth that fade between my lips
That spill and crave’n.

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