Paroles de Deathwish
All dried up, an urge to laugh, but tears bother the smile on your faceDead bands clenched, a slave to your prayers and fooling yourself
Motionless
The light slides down your trunk
The night, a cold freeze
Day, a warm beam
A cry in the everlasting space
The bells of the hearse, the last scraps of a dream
Pain, the once bloodshot body now screams anaemic
The crackling sounds like the dark age
Of reason in your ears... your deathwish
The bells of the hearse, the last scraps of a dream
Pain, the once bloodshot body now screams anaemic
The crackling sounds like the dark age
Of reason in your ears... your deathwish
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