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• Artiste: The Marshes
• Titre: Pox on the Tracts
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Go, save yourself now I’m not saying that I don’t mind But if you stay, you’re gonna lose it Soft, I hear it coming May you never have to hear it, too I put a pox on the tracts I’ve stolen I remember making all the sticky pools Taking care to spill not a drop of ichor And now I beg you not to play the fool that I did And never over-investigate As my legs grow dead, use your own If not for me, maybe them Who never knew what lies interred in here (You, you’ll make it out) Alright, you can’t expect them to know (No, you’ll make it out) Oh, I’ve gotta tell you How to close this gaping maw Lest this threshold that I made get broken Ye gods forgive me You mayhap have to chant some more I think that that explosive’s got to work I remember making all the sticky pools Taking care to spill not a drop of ichor And now I beg you not to play the fool that I did And never over-investigate As my legs grow dead, use your own If not for me, maybe them Who never knew what lies interred in here (You, you’ll make it out) Alright, you can’t expect them to know (No, you’ll make it out) Go on Go and tell the others now