o'brother - division of man | Текст песни

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• division of man

Your head, scented of blood, it's blurring your eyes
As some strange light slowly sinks in
And there he stood, with teeth like knives
(Your heartbeat racing)

If I could, scream to wake my mind
I'd still be alive

Let me out of this stolen sleep
I have fallen short of the peace I seek

I'm slipping further away

So sleep, sleep, on the edge of the knife
Where you will wait to divide
You'll leave your body where it lies and wait to slip away

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