Из альбома: Hash

Autumn,
Your trees are bleeding the blood of seasons
I have my reasons
Why I should die in the fall
My eyes are darkest of all
Me in my icy death
Autumn,
I'm falling deeply
A tryst with treason of wicked leisure
I cannot cry anymore
I will do nothing at all
Me in my icy death
Autumn,
I can't deceive her
Her fragnant seizure
I am beleagured
When I get down on the floor I can't get up anymore
Me in my icy death
All is said well out of bed
Falling down quite dead
All is said get out of bed
Falling down quite dead

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