The Human Abstract - This World Is a Tomb (отрывок) | Текст песни

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Slaving for my solace of mind
Digging in the sand
Until there's blood on my hands,
Careless to the state I'm in,
I've so long been alone.
I can't go on.

Rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.

Forging insight by pagan torchlight,
In cadence warlike,
We draw tears from the sky,
Because the well's run dry.

Rain down and cleanse my soul.
Flow like a river.

I've spread out my seed,
Its gone in all directions.
It starts to feel like the promised land is a fantasy
And heaven has been swallowed by the desert

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