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• Artiste: o'death
• Titre: Vacant Moan
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All of my sins just burn away Left longing for returning days Saw spiders reaching for my bed Left home never returned again I plant my feet I left the ground I sought the wind too I fought the sound All my all my all my own Could have grasped a vacant moan Then the hush of violence Crushed the pride of naked wind Dance the dance of broken veins By the hands of all attained Look what's left of my bled heart Left before you from the start I trust these words won't save my fall Won't bother her from last night's ball We barely spoke and now we're dead Left maybe from this world instead I plant my feet I left the ground I sought the wind too I fought this out Rip out the leather of her nice corvette Leave it on the shoulder faced away from the street Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week And if that corpse decided to weep Chop it up in thirds and let her face recede Sip from the liver that kept her wet Wrap it up in folded sheets somewhere she slept Bother all the fathers make sure they're asleep Bleed all the spiders taste their bones for a week All my all my all my own Could have grasped a vacant moan Then the hush of violence Crushed the pride of naked wind Dance the dance of broken veins By the hands of all attained Left before you all the same Broken from the start