Rant - A Burial Rite | Текст песни

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A burial rite under white sheets
from the ruins of our dreams.
So let the devil inside and call him daylight.
Please draw me a map with a silver lining at the end.

This is not my live

Put these rusty nails right beside your bed
and rest your head upon this pile of broken bones.

I am not afraid of falling asleep,
it's waking up, what gives me the creeps.

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