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• Artiste: An End To Flesh
• Titre: Descending Plague
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These forgotten dreams they reek of rotting flesh It lingers with each new breath of air Every second it grows closer than before Only now time is not on your side A silent reason for an empty funeral It haunts every layer of skin while peeled back and exposed for what it is And huge drops of lead poured down upon her head, she's dead Yet the cats still come out at night and the sparrows still sing in the morning Another day passes by, another night comes along Gun in hand, pointed and cocked Their long blonde hair is stained in crimson This is what becomes of you when you live a lie Behind our house some lie Mostly young, raped and slaughtered Their blood is drained, just bones now