Paroles de Perpetual Birth
Depth of nothing of nothingHum the song of disjointed speak
Floating through delirium
Incoherent mystique mistaken
Unanswered favors
Idolize inamorata
Undeserving
Idle worship
Crosses and figures
Dividing space
Cutting through empty
Precarious place
Your love has torn
What rags were left
And left me open
Lone bereft
Undeserving
Idle worship
Crosses and figures
Dividing space
Cutting through empty
Precarious place
Your love has torn
What rags were left
And left me open
Lone bereft
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