Wasteman - 5:27wwalk | Текст песни

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• 5:27wwalk

«Go to
Walk to
Move to
In your

Wide
Open
Chest
Ribbing

Where is
The heart
Beating
Pulsing

It will
Be cut
Into
Pieces»
—
Said the
Fool
To slay
A feeling

Or the ribs
Will cry
An ocean
Of tears

Or thinks
Will die
From the action
Of feeling

Oh, feeling…
This razors on the floor
I can’t feel this any more
This razors on the floor
I can’t be it any more
This razors on the floor
Never more never more

Words are hurting me deep
They are discrete like a sleep
They are said by the Fool so simply
The Fool just reflected in the mirror

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