Play Dead
Play Dead - Reward lyrics
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The North sea prophet from the barren land But he's the king in a house of fools His heart of glass was easily broken The dog and devils and the dance man Well let the wind blow change blow you away You have an option live under his armour I love to see a man and his primitive mess These bitter fools of thousand years The mounted figures form as a landscape Too many hours on the pressure line Open to suggestions time after time Give us the air when repression ... We go beyond the pleasure of a simple thirst The avenues a sin we built on thin ice The ... of justice is utterly wise The looked to messiah ... walks Death to the whisper - unto it all The looked to messiah ... walks Death to the whisper - unto it all