The Matador - Kingdom Of Glass | Текст песни

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• The Matador
• Kingdom Of Glass

2011

Passing through the eye of the needle, I see worlds,
Free of hunger and all the torment life instils.
Just as slack tides bring rest to oceans, death lies still.
Fresh paths and good intentions, false hope feeds new generations.
The real world is six foot under, for up here we all are dead.
As I gaze into the yonder, those baptised drown instead.
Fear grasps my blackened soul, as I gasp for air I lose control.
Of this life, of this moment, as the dark host lies with you.
Funeral Dream, door in my eye.
Rest in grand tours of infidel;
make peace with pain, the palace cell.
Hang up your wings come down to earth,
the home of plague and virgin birth.

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