Skinny Puppy - Its History | Текст песни

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Reach point pointless
The cliff striped bare
False of all that's becoming my own
A taste to open doors in space
Let it go, your disgrace
Happy lifeless flowers touch
No water left to nourish it
Dried elastic-plastic fuel
To know what i've done to you
To see life waste inches time
To think all feeling gray

When I looked up to you
You looked down on me that's nothing new
It's history…

The flood, the blood to drown within
Forget it all again
The whistle snakes like, crafty fingers
Letters switching left unread
Ripple life effect detected
Whispers thinning out the back

Being lasting corpuscle
Lifetimes the nervous ending
Mantle dusted nerverosa

The fog that (puppet?) Dances whispering
Calling boxed in need of distance
People's place's and closing in (?)
Magnet magnet manic in resistance
The abstract vision feeding
Comatose star, speeding lances

Boils that (bores in?) Deep besides the mind
Filter falls on dark gray-matter

Filter feeding on the mind
Falls on dark gray-matter
Fascination in decline…

Degraded fixed the solid pattern
Motion drifted eyesore daze
Let him alter, let it go, again…
Wishes in the dirty glow
Let it alter, let it go
Let it go…

To hide all key or rented parting
Lip shed skin retina (?)
Kin imbued tread showers all
Broken across the crawling box.

When I looked up to you
You looked down on me that's nothing new
It's history…


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