Stockades - Dead Forest | Текст песни

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To wander through dead forests,
bare pale limbs match mine.
Scents awaken sense here,
these old odors of ancient earth
No creature squawks, not birds nor bats,
nor breaths or bleeds but trees.
Trees bleed lap like blood that liquid life.
Air for lungs from leaves receive.
Zorrita sets fire to herself.
To me, to you, to everyone else.
It's burning up in every way.
It's a new life promised ripped and frayed.

Chasing visions of paradise.
Loosened trippers fall out.
Ecstatic rag dolls held up
by timely gusts of wind.
That were blow from
red red lips of your
deepest fantasies and you'll
hear in, her voice, promise.
Fascists bleed my happiness.

To wander through this swamp, this memory
black and murk and cold.
Desolate visions past occurred
shouted up and up and up and up.
Words weighted realistically small
Words worthless mean nothing at all.

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