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• Artiste: Truth In Transit
• Titre: DCC
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My mother buried her heart in the smallest grave And mourned the loss of the smallest life of which we could have saved As we began to lower you I felt my heart break in two And your soul fly away My young mind thought that penitence Could save you in that ambulance. What's to say that could ever explain Exactly what I'm feeling anyway? Oh, home is a heart attack on this road Where holes from all of the flak make way For the rigmarole I'm shameful of the damages And guilty of the pestilence that has swallowed me whole My young mind thought that penitence Could save you in that ambulance. What's to say that could ever explain Exactly what I'm feeling anyway? (we die alone) I'd give you my heart if not my lungs (buried in stone) I'd give you the oxygen in my blood (as we rest) And as we lay you to rest I carry you within me as a consequence I bite the hand that feeds me And lick the wound that bleeds It's the kind of contradiction that gives me reprieve I loathe my own stagnation But perpetuate it still My own self destruction mocks the life chance did steal My guilt is always mounting Though I know not what I do But I now face the consequence of every repeal Oh, my dear beloved We've gathered here today To mourn the loss and mortal cost That made me this way My young mind thought that penitence Could save you in that ambulance. What's to say that could ever explain Exactly what I'm feeling anyway? Say what could ever explain exactly what I'm feeling anyway.