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• Artiste: Brown Bird
• Titre: Threads Of Measure
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Torn by travel, toil and treason Tied by fraying lines Devil drowning voice of reason Dire decaying mind Mending miles with threads of measure Letting loose all lies Unraveling lines of pain and pleasure A life of death defied Swollen hands laid down like the light of hope Falls in fragments from self-dealt fatal blows And burns our eyes with bold bursts of fires known Yet sewn so tight to us we can't let go 'Round unholy chasms and up hollow hills We steady our horsepower and summon our will To embrace what's behind what is seen and is haunting us still What was one has become individual parts Devoid of the source where this ritual starts With our wills overthrown at the whim of habitual hearts One day no sordid soul will shout it's purpose Corralling lost accomplices around When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust Will you be ready to recieve the underground? Shape-shifting morality rise and decline A tic-tocking time bomb hard wired to the mind We pursue what's perceived as a short cut to achieve the sublime One day no sordid soul will shout it's purpose Corralling lost accomplices around When thunder voices cease to shower us with locust Will you be ready to recieve the underground? (Thanks to Ludwig Landberg for these lyrics)