Paroles de The hive
The Neologist
April night-time
And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man
Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses
To disarm the stars within us
Hornet hive-dark
Severed wings in vainless beating
Buzz out from inferno of fangs
To disarm the stars within us
We should have been
So much more by now
Too dead inside
To even know the guilt
Waning ring-deep
A halo of thorns
Sips now down in the sheets of sharp silver
To disarm the star within us
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