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• Artiste: After The Burial
• Titre: The Endless March
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Eyes flare, this glow becomes our lanterns We are searching for truth, but find dust and dirt Though sight falls hard, trudge headfirst and forget what matters Caught in the trample of the tow, bones scrape against the asphalt Gaze into the depth and try to find the fire within I try to pick up the pieces, try to pick up the pieces Pick up mud and re invent these limbs Caught in tow we are a sight of endless marching and swaying lights We leave lumber for the need - Rebuild this broken body Lumber for the need - rebuild this broken soul Try to pick up the pieces, but timber becoming decay Excavate bone and sculpt mud into limbs, following the sequence Leave a little bit of ourselves behind with every step Broken teeth fractured and spread out Blending in the scene hands swell and branches break becoming lumber for the need This glow becomes our lanterns, though sight falls hard Trudge headfirst and forget what matters Gaze the depth and try to find fire within pick up mud and re invent these broken limbs Forcefully held down, friction burns our bones that scrape against the asphalt Forcefully held down, fragments of our broken teeth spread out around us Forcefully held down try to pick up all the pieces, become decay