Lyrics of Migration

Circle Of Dead Children

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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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