Flooding

Kishore Kumar Hits — Flooding - Your Condition текст песни

Исполнитель: Flooding

альбом: 3-Way Split

Foghorn - non-place; erasure
Lost yourself a mile back,
Mumbling blue at the lectern,
Wondering who's still yet infected,
Carrion hues desperately unread,
Resign your health to retain:
Your ruse, your rouge
Mannequin lye bluff
Holding you hostage for a muse
I'm no Icarus
I'm your Dionysus
I'm your June Miller
I'm your hairshirt carcass
Forget your starving,
Look to the skies, ain't nothing coming,
But you're hearing hissing in the wind,
You're reading tarot palms to make amends;
And I want to forget, all of this ressentiment,
But the sovereigns lay dead in the street,
Hear they're bloated from eating concrete
And I'm your condition. I'm the cold hammer.
I'm the mountain curve - forcing life into your dead words.
And I'll build a dwelling. I won't ask for confession.
I'll be this self-alienation - the self-same houses we all die in.

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