Из альбома: That Iron Taste

You come down
With your thorns and your crown
Tearing the flesh from your skull

And the trick of the brain is a trickle then vain
'Cause it drips from me is in your nostril
But you could always make a "lakes" feel love

Take my hand and my heart to the damned
As you built me a bed in the earth
Peal back my skin
Let the devil comes in
As you bury me back to my bed
But you could always make me hurt

'Cause I will go 'till the end of the earth
Just to hear you sing
Make no mistake
With the heartache on my way
Feels like the breath of the wind
Without the force to push me on

Bound to the soil and the ground with the foil
As you unwrapp the breath of my heart
Truth to the bones 'cause it is to the moans
Of you I know I'm apart
But how long can you hold on to your hand

Take my lungs by the sounds of your soul
Into already made flaws
Mouth opened wild
As you drinked it inside
Drips through the hole in your mind
But you could always make me hurt

(Gracias a Maria por esta letra)

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