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      Воскресенье, 28 Сентября 2008 г. 08:04 + в цитатник
      You know you ain't going nowhere
      You're stuck inside while the mind is flying
      You said you'd help me in the morning
      Twisting on pins into my eyes
      And dragging on the ceiling below you
      Fixing up the walls with your crooked hands
      While you're miles away, miles away, miles away

      I didn't think it'll all end up like this
      There's spiders on the wall and they stink of piss
      Dead heads lying in the corner
      Staring at me making me feel bad
      I put my hands up to my eyes
      But the holes in my palms let me find a way
      To corner you

      I can't feel my chest because it ain't much
      Sucking through my skin into my BRAIN
      Oxygen pushing on the window cracks in the glass let
      It slip away
      I start to cry and I keep on laughing
      I close my eyes at what's left inside
      And then I'll ran away

      For all the time this land
      For all the time in my hand
      Slip around in depth found
      Calmness fall once again

      Razor blades floating in the warm bath
      Air bubbles in your veins turning my hands black
      Whispers coming from the next room
      Window cleaner keep on SPYING
      I put my hands up to my eyes
      But the HOLES in my PALMS let me find
      A way to corner me

      Twelve tonnes hammer for My breakfast
      Slipping of the edge in catatonic blood
      Multiple decibel inscriptions trying all they
      Can in miles an hour... face
      Grey and looming downwards
      Sniffing all the time for a ounce of silence
      Screaming all the way

      Numbers counting down inside me
      Solar system thoughts circle round my head
      False teeth hanging from the ceiling
      Feet looking of the goms of the 2nd son
      I eat my hands cos my legs are crying
      You Broke my neck cause I Snapped my spine
      I wish you would Die away

      To all the time in this land
      And all the time in my hands
      Circle Round in depth found
      Calmness Fall once again


      (с) Anathema ''Panic''

       

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