Omnium Gatherum - Ammo | Текст песни

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And here's enough of them, For many a nightly breath
And a fine shelter from the jealous too
The rise of an extinguished art
Higher dreams have come to us

And here's enough of them, The depressive season
There with sceneries filled with idols

Hell, The space is no more
Who named the crown that fell

What do you think
Who were supposed to make it this time
Yes, Blacken little hearts

(I can't believe my eyes)
You romanticized the depths of this one

The wisdom of men and women says
Those things we can't speak directly of
We must refer to them

What do you think
Who were supposed to make it this time
Yes, Blacken little hearts

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