- Тексты песен
- Ruby Throat
- Beneath My Undress [Out Of A Black Cloud Came A Bird, 2010, Sleep Like Wolves, UK] (Alternative Rock, Folk)
I sit down
And I wait to be worked out on
I steal sweets from kids
And I pretend I still want his
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat
blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
blunt cold hard hit, oh
Well that's all i've got
Fallopian road is dead and lost, corrupt
And our bittersweet round smiles our way out of here
He looks up to the exit sign
The smile crossed down between the lines
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, oh
I burn all the letters
I'm so sick on these words
That's my head in your green box
Screaming these words over
I stole your sharpest kitchen knife
I cut us in two
But I'm still hanging by half light, a shadow of you
As I still crawl these floors
I'm still gagging on your breath
Your DNA still detects my waist
A hangnail beneath my own dress
A hangnail beneath my own dress
A hangnail beneath my own dress
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, oh
I rescue me found hanging from my neck
I plead life support but I disconnect
wires all around me and I see that he's dressed
Essential to die and end this
Same time I escape the rope 'til I put it back about my throat
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, an angel's feet beneath our slip
Blunt cold hard hit, oh
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Beneath My Undress
I sit dumb
I wait to be worked out upon
I steal sweets from kids
And I pretend that it wasn't his
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, Cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
Well that's all I've got
fallopian rogue is dead in knots
corrupt, denied a sweet man smiles away out of here
He looked up to the exit sign
The smile crashed down between the lines
Same time I escape the rope
So I put it back about my throat
Blunt, Cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
I burn all the letters
I'm so sick on these words
that's my head in your cooking pot
Screaming these words I burn
I stole your sharpest kitchen knife
I cut it in two but i'm still hanging in the half light
(?)
As I still crawl these floor boards
gagging on your breath
your dna stay dictates my way
a hangnail beneath my undress
Same time I escape the rope so I put it back about my throat
Blunt, Cold, hard hit
On angels feet beneath I slip
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