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• Artiste: Republic Of Wolves (The)
• Titre: Tanzih
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My left handed heart is still painting your face over the walls of my dim mind These contrary winds hiding under my eyelids I hope I can stomach the weight. But each bristling wave is an unfinished thought, swept out of view by the next one. I've tried and I'm trying to string them together, but oh what a waste of my rope. Like a disappearing act On a lofty brown bed, treading masses of blue I started coughing up questions. There's a giant asleep under all of this water, I'm searching in vain for his name. Written on my tongue, There is none merciful but God. Iron pinned you down You were coming unstitched You were flickering and you didn't have time to ask why Something was circling our heads Was it the patron saint of death? I heard you spoke from your new grave, "There is no truth that will not fade." Well I guess you'd know better than me.