Paroles de Receiver

Cult Of Luna

pochette album Receiver
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Date de parution : 25/03/2009

Durée : 0:08:09

Style : Alternative



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A deep sore dragged through ages
The sores are my own, i know
Wounds collected through a lifetime
And wisdom i pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake
And the snare cut real deep
I was caught in her womb
Something spreading in my veins

Those walls i faced alone.
I crept on bounded knees
The own will just vanished.
I wept my compassion away,
With tears that flooded your heart.
No river leads back to mine.
I bow down in soil and whisper
I gather strength to spread the disease

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