Из альбома: The North Corridor
They sit upon their hands
Betting there’s an easy answer
Right of passages
Someone give rise to hope
Yes sir
Young wicked
Yes sir
Oh my God how you’ve grown
Death hides holy hidden worlds
And hello wise one, your time ain’t true
Eating up those, satires, twilights and ozone
The animals have gone down below
Yes sir
Young wicked
Yes sir
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