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• Artiste: Boonehy
• Titre: Schoolyard
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When we went to the school we were happy 'Cause we could fuck the teacher on the teacher's desk Don't go Don't abandon me Don't leave me behind Here in place where I'm in danger of doing away with myself It's too soon And you're too late You let me burn as I waited My heart comes undone The ashes flies like birds in the wind The time lingers in my head Smelling pictures I can't cut into pieces Smeared walls And green floors Death cries of the damned cling tight to the tiles I'm deaf But not blind Mosters tinkle walking the echo into the rooms Am I to feel ashamed? Am I to let myself pull down? My bones are broken A word is enough to let me rot Illiterate pupils build a circle made of chairs around me They blend the blood with the matter Come and moisten me I'm drying out Smeared walls And green floors Death cries of the damned cling tight to the tiles I'm deaf But not blind Mosters tinkle walking the echo into the rooms Secret smoking I feel observed on the schoolyard There's the start of the story about the two of us Secret truancy I feel observed on the schoolyard There's the start of all the things that coined me Can I scream to be answered? Can I lie to be liked? Should I die to be minded? Should I cry to drown? Smeared walls And green floors Death cries of the damned cling tight to the tiles I'm deaf But not blind Mosters tinkle walking the echo into the rooms