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Light the fire
When the winter comes
From Babel’s Tower
Fall the bricks of roses
Bended down trees
Stairway for the sun
You get on your knees
To please another one
Debra, we’ve lost the best years
We’ve lost everything
Grow the flowers
When the winter comes
You’re the summer
Who give me the fun
Sinless in sin
Sickness leaves you alone
But you get on your knees
To please another one
Debra we’ve lost the best years
Clean as water/ clean as water
Remember me
Our life together
Your last embrace
Your eyes forever
We’ll drink again
A cup of ever
Just filled with sun
That burns the flavours
Where is my home
Your heart
Where is my bones
Just gone.
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M.D.M.A.
02:56
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Worm's dragging on my feet
Tears my legs broke by
by my heart's beat
tears' dusts are in line.
All of us against the wall!
Chorus of hanged voices
around this altar of anger
Chorus of hanged voices
around this altar of anger.
I wanna choose
how I've to lose
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3. |
Skeletons
04:30
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Massacrated by Lady Nature heartless
Listen to your sons
They're calling your name
So give us the money
We are tryin’ to change
We got thirst!
Massacrated by faith we stare down
Day's over
Bones’ broken
No ceiling
We live like skeletons
No moon shines in the well
Cracking ground
Soil in the air
Sun burns the skin
Like Nero's pitch
tears of resin
We cry like skeletons
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4. |
Bloodrop
03:08
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I'll scratch my hands
to see them bleed
And to feel alive
my dying body.
Then I'll scratch my face
drills like roots
of a flower that I want
to draw for my good.
And I'll draw it from my chest
till my knees
and every drop will be
a new shining leave.
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No Air , there's no air
T'rains soil on the roofs of this place
Burnin' trees, torch of pitch
The northern sun doesn't warm but freeze
Rush the moves, stop the thoughts
I saw a thousand light, then I forgot
A squinter's army, hyaline pupils
Armless' hands are killing people.
Pieces of meet drown in the mud
were part of me, better of my heart
Everything's dead, deleted and razed
Sky is red , sky is red
Because something still blazes.
It's so hot in the mouths of these men
the tongue passes on lips ,weting the cracks
words that are sweating, slide on the neck
Silence the noise, deflagrating my head.
Control.
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Viscera
04:29
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Retching of bore
Quiet's struck dumb
Sorrow overflows
From viscera hung by my heart
So learn, my friend, to lose
Mistakes become your pains
Los pecados castigado em Jesus
And you call His name
in a glass of wine
your lungs like trains
throb hate in the veins.
Bodies divided
in a common night,
we lost our rights.
And you saw it soon
that became june
and all flowers died.
Burn the sorrow in vain
So come liars
I hate mistakes
No one helped me
Shame,
you'll should be on fire
I, you, and Him disarmed.
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Black host
03:37
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“I'm a slave for fate” said
The young man to his Lord
“Let me free for one day
as I never been before”
The Lord smiling answered:
“You'd risk everything?!
For a moment of pleasure
Like the original sin”
“Please, Lord, don't blame me
like I don't blame you.
I'd burn all the Eden
to do what I would!
Just one day I asked you
To go everywhere.
If in my back you refused me,
I'do the same again”
We are so young.
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Fletcher McGee
04:56
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I pray for rain
and to come down the world
It must listen to groan
The solitary doors
I pray for rain
It gotta rain acid
to corrode the rough hearts
and turn'em in something else
I pray for rain
It must rain on my face
So I can hide the tears
that break my pride
You got no right to be sick
If you hurt some
You got no right to be sick
when you're none
You crawl when I’m falling in.
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