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• Artiste: Amenta (the)
• Titre: Dirt
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Every morning after Will be shades of grey All spotlight sunrise Or bruised sunset When the clock stops And everything is stale and still And the rust finally shows On everything we've gathered All of your plans All of your promises All those revolutions Your resolve All of your power And all your pride Will all be nothing Nothing but dirt In the end what remains? Not the body Nor forgotten hours Drowned in drink Our lives flicker The soul is just A collusion of senses It's just our deeds That see morning Book ended by black We are water dripping From leaking, rusted taps The sound of clocks Twitching through dust We are Flickering embers In dusty ashtrays We are the dirt We are just dregs We are water dripping From rusted taps We are dirt This is all we paint Blank canvas, blank canvas Humanity is aches Creaking joints Hunched shoulders Traces of blood on bed sheets Persistent benign tumours This is all we paint All of your power And all your pride Will all be nothing Nothing but dirt In the end what remains? Not the body Nor forgotten hours Drowned in drink Our lives flicker The soul is just A collusion of senses It's just our deeds That see morning Book ended by black We are water dripping From leaking, rusted taps The sound of clocks Twitching through dust We are Flickering embers In dusty ashtrays We are the dirt We are just dregs We are water dripping From rusted taps We are dirt