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• Artiste: Periphery
• Titre: Garden In The Bones
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Mercy like a gun when you’ve come undone I’ve awoken in the hour that receives no one The sound of a tribe will shake me out until sunrise The heat of tomorrow released as the wind blows A beating stare from all the tribe No sleep tonight The howl from below The wolf and the soaring crow Am I losing control? Am I losing all of control? All spirits entrance I toss and turn in no romance From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass Stripped of all the air in my lungs now Flee from the walls So alone Stampede in the room like a buffalo Raise me up in my throes The howl from below The wolf and the soaring crow Am I losing control? Am I losing all of control? All spirits entrance I toss and turn in no romance From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass Upon the burial lie thieves of their past Firewater Tenacious Upon the burial ground Between the living and the dead we move Between the living and the dead we all move Shift all placement, but they’re sifting you Between the living and the dead we all move The claim we stake A land within our wake A Garden in the bones A headdress down in the soil we own We build it on the bullshit or build it upon the burial A Garden in the bones A headdress down in the soil we own Stripped of all the air in my lungs now Feeling so alone Stampede in the room like buffalo Feeling so low Pull out all the ground from below You’ve given quite a show Stampede in the room like buffalo Raise me up in my throes The howl from below The wolf and the soaring crow Am I losing control? Am I losing all of control? All spirits entrance I toss and turn in no romance From six under the grass the prison breaks like glass Upon the burial lie thieves of their past Firewater Tenacious Upon the burial ground Between the living and the dead we move Mercy like a gun (Dank an Daniel Becker für den Text)