The Deathtrip - Something Growing in the Trees | Текст песни

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There's something growing in the trees
I think it'sa different me
With a spiral cord adapting to anger
Raging in a world of lost commands

As a child of undying innocent presence
Reflecting the inside of its nature
Cleansing the hallways of its mysteries
Not to linger on in absence

In genetic motion to renew the self
Openminded wrath of the viscious deep
Sown to the seals of an alien DNA
With bestial protions
Sifting through the herds of its flesh

As pain is my salvation
I abandon everything else in this world
Lifting my head to alight and move forth
Ripping the lids of reality

Sleepless through the corridors of anger
Seemingly undressed to speak for its cause
Raw light attend to my confession
As the final dreams are dreamt

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