В колонках играет - bcl

From rape
to right in.
to real to live.
Should I lie down
Or stand up
And walk around again?
My eyes finally wide open up.
My eyes finally wide open shut.
To find the found of sound
This is the touch of my tears.
Smells the taste of all we waste
Could fade the others.
But we smother each other
With the nectar and pucker the sour
Of sugarsweet weather.
It blows through our trees,
Swims through our seas
Flies to the last gasp we left
On this earth, oh no

It's a long lonely journey from death to birth

Should I die again should I die around
The pounds of matter wailing through space
I know I'll never know until I come face to faith
With my own cold, dead face
Oh, in my own wooden case

You are with me, with me, lonely, alone, alone and I
I'm-a mourning you

Ready for a long lonely journey from death to birth

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