Of Roofs, Genes and Stolen Meanings - Tusk | Текст песни

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• Of Roofs, Genes and Stolen Meanings
• Tusk

scarce rays of our sun

did not burn until the gold on your crown

mirrored them to focus

so to the sound of all the tusk

carved into piano keys

worn to ivory dust

I scream out to the scattering locusts

this is the dead end

of our lonesome road

goodbye ill luck farewell just go

my worn swords won't cut your words

lamentations for your last world

your something new

and something old

something blue and green

and something sold

may the red empty

become your quick drop and certain stop