The Image of Red Cut in Half(ljp Version) - текст песни
The Image of Red Cut in Half(ljp Version)
I tried that in my only room, I've thrown away the key
To my only room
Circumstances have forced this path
We haven't much time left
(undecipherable)
The uncollapsing breaks out of heaven
(blah?) the aftergrowth, the murder
The blood will flow
Creation's own depiction of sanity in a blankened shaft
The Image of Red Cut in Half
The image of half-breed hauled across hurricanes
Torched dog chart
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Bring me bring me joy
Join that blank man tree
Moving inverted with a habit of uprise alternatively create
And bring forth flames like parasites of absolution
Bring me bring me my tongue on a plate
Take me, with my own blind reason
Who am I but the last breath you took?
Who am I but the last down in the street asking me why?
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