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• Artiste: Acacia Strain (The)
• Titre: Fresh Bones
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Drink the blood, eat the skin Trapped in the holes we dug ourselves in A warning to the world I should have left you there Damaged, cold on the slab Tortured, rise from your grave We are stuck The gates of Heaven are locked Salvation has begun to clot The doorway to Hell is frozen shut The magic is gone I used to have a reason to be happy, I forgot All I remember can never bе trusted The lock on my brain is dirty and rusted In thе end, we're all biding our time Collective pain in a collective mind The person you were yesterday no longer exists When the end comes, we won't fucking feel it It can always It can always get worse Silence is the only sound The fire cleans and burns it to the ground The smoke circles the same as the crows The last thing we see before the world chokes