Circle Of Dead Children

Circle Of Dead Children - Migration lyrics

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Like the numb birds that failed to make their migration

Thin flesh, frozen yet dry, has sunken and painted itself to the filthy bones of its dead host

Dusted in snow kissed by fuel emissions and dog ejaculation

Soil fused to feathersSoil fused to the bodyLess than a statistic so are we
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