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• Artiste: Fell To Low
• Titre: Serpentine
Assurez-vous que les corrections sont tout à fait exactes
S'il vous plaît, les mettez en évidence en quelque sorte!
Vous pouvez, par exemple, écrire
INCORRECT: avant la mauvaise ligne
CORRECT: avant la correspondant ligne correcte
Autrement, nous ne pouvons les corriger pas! Merci pour votre aide.
Ignition I'm off Find lock in a familiar vein The chamber was still and cold But a spark impels a perpetual force That feeds itself and sets in course A writhing circuit All the shiny spinning rings All the dirty spitting things There's an absurd strength in the coil that grates itself Into a slag of black and impossible dregs for me to Grind fine in my mind Cut through space like the dead tongue fiends for a crowd to address And in searching find them to be deaf You've forgotten the machine running all your spirals for you But recall and find you can progress Cut through space like the dead tongue fiends for a crowd to address And in searching find them to be deaf You've forgotten the machine running all your spirals for you But recall and find you can progress Wind me up, find me idle Set me inside, close the channel Following traces tracks on the ground Someone's been around Wind me up, find me idle Set me inside, close the channel Following traces tracks on the ground Tracks I laid down Find me idle, cut me a straight line