The Fame of Fall

Songtext zum Thema Zwang

von  Schwarzlicht

Your face in the mud
looks better than your dirty talk sounds
Every sheep tears a seed out of fertile mined grounds
Death on two legs is carrying
his own buried heart that cannot burn
his own buried heart that cannot burn

I heard you neither rise nor fall
just mind backs cracking of the Wall
Cast out of hell, or so it seems
you look like Mr Beam on beans
Your love became a bloody thorn,
when you were born indeed
or elsewhere thrown to breed

So mutant quiet is your smile
You've never been the shark in charge
The storm devours the sirens crying
Too many sparks have formed a fire
that's peeling shadows off the dark

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