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• Artiste: Emma Ruth Rundle
• Titre: Blooms Of Oblivion
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Judas, come close to me, visit in visions Tell me the story of how You swing like an actor in the greyest of gardens Your tongue hanging free from you mouth Down at the methadone clinic we waited Hoping to take home your cure The curdling cowards, the crackle of china You say that it's making you pure And just like Flowers for Algernon something's diminished There's a love like you've never known pinned to your finish One, two, six underfoot and you will rise And in all of your blooms of oblivion I love you I love you, see? See? See? See? Maker, I'm close to you to deal your departure To make sure you're nailed to the ground And all of the glamours, of treacherous traitors Have all run away from you now And I will stand over you to breathe in your vapor As pieces and parts, they dissolve You plead you as failure, you wait for a savior But leave knowing nothing's resolved And we bring flowers from Albion up to your vision Hold back the love that you've never known, you've only this prison Straight to the hangman's noose, are we born this way? Handing down a fistful of sorries you will never say I love you, see? Say Say Say Say Say Say Say...