Paroles de Catching Feathers
If my child should die before meThe sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
Horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance
Lust is murder
For this brave man
High slaughtering general
In a white feathered army
Mort knows your name
His before your time
I'd love to see you suffer
Too much to be called a crime
The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
You cannot even pray
For you have no God
Horrific beyond restraint
Lord of the dance
Lust is murder
For this brave man
High slaughtering general
In a white feathered army
Mort knows your name
His before your time
I'd love to see you suffer
Too much to be called a crime
The sweetness of youth
A smile that sings
Eyes alight
Insanely butchered
Perverse drooling
You cannot even pray
For you have no God
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