Circle Of Dead Children
Circle Of Dead Children - 10 Fingers (My Last Ten Minutes) songtekst
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Spit slides like sludge from the lips Mumbling the lost words of a Fall grievance I can barely speak to you with purple lips and a cracked smile Ripped apart in unequaled confusion Always sewing my stability back together with the thinnest of twine Rip and sew Rip and sew Rip and sew Put me back together Rip and sew Rip and sew Rip and sew Put me back together Split apart at all the vital seams And the tears that seep from my eyes drip and mix with blood and ink Blood, tears, and ink in a pirouette of mayhem and tranquillity It's a whitewash of emotion Sweat kisses my tongue and I know that I'm still real I know that I'm still alive with myself I yell out your name and choke frothing deprivation The nourishment of loss Asleep with asleep Creeping, inching, crawling across the floor toward the gate ‘cause that's where the flowers bloom and wilt Roses laced with blood and drool Watching the pigment drain away from petals clung to my body Angelic and sweet I'm losing feeling Raking open my chest with thorns Shed back the skin Exposed to he elements Frigid cold violent dedication A human desecration