Paroles de Wheelwalker
The bandages of your loveronly conceal,
a heart of arms and famine,
a walker of the wheel.
So frail and weak,
in too deep again.
The suffering of our mother
poisoned by her child.
Up to our knees in madness
wading through the mire.
Caught in the holy throws of ether,
stumbling along a lonely highway.
Weeping for my love,
my only earth.
The hell that we made.
The hell we made in our own image.
The suffering of our mother
poisoned by her child.
Up to our knees in madness
wading through the mire.
Caught in the holy throws of ether,
stumbling along a lonely highway.
Weeping for my love,
my only earth.
The hell that we made.
The hell we made in our own image.
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