Paroles de Death Of The Beautiful
You carried with both your handsThis book that's so hard to read
And cried at your last home delivery
Your heavy feet trying to walk,
Away from the hunger you feed,
Away from the poison you need
You didn't write, not a word,
This book will remain unfinished
Marble and stone,
Funeral monuments only for lifetime
Your scared lips awake,
Your senses released will find
Find me retired,
In dreaming of peace of an angel
Disguised as a sheep,
Your pain will find mine asleep
News on the radio, they haven't found me
The night is stalking behind me...
Will I ever sleep and
Find me dreaming your death?
Tired, just like me,
Tired, he's done that for me
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