Slow Season - Shake | Текст песни

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And now I'm gonna shake
The smallest wind moves the biggest mountain
There is faith in the fake
When instinct fails and the hooves are pounding
Gonna stand on this rock til it becomes a foundation

And now you're gonna shake
Running your body out in the front of your soul
I see it take shape
A wizard in chains at the behest of a fool
So summon a specter to come and cauterize the hole

And now I'm gonna wait
The fastest hands go to the basest animal
There is strength in restraint
And time enough to contemplate all of the angles
For couldn't I call down a cloud of a thousand death of angels

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