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• Artiste: Crocodiles
• Titre: Mirrors
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Something in the way you crucify me, it makes me smile. And when you offer up your sacrament, you drown the whole world in your fire. You can sail on waves of shit and tap your pointless ancient fingers to the bone. But when your vessel sinks, you're drowning, it'll know that you've done nothing of your own... I think I'm gonna die in while, I'm gonna? hang? on wood and try to smile, and when peasants with their pitchforks come, I'm gonna skip the town on everyone They're all scum They're all scum *** Something in the way you evil eye me and throw your glares. You masquerade as fire but behind your eyes there's nothing but dead air. You admire your reflection staring back at you from pools of shallow holes, but when you meet yourself in mirrors you will know that you've done nothing of your own... I think I'm gonna die in while, I'm gonna? hang? on wood and try to smile, and when peasants with their pitchforks come, I'm gonna skip the town on everyone. They're all scum They're all scum