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[Himerik]

The ocean floor is hidden
From your viewing lens
A depth perception
Languished in the night
All my life I’ve been
Sewing the wounds
But the seeds sprout
A lachrymal cloud

Niño prepárate Que vas a sufrir Niño prepárate Salte veneno Niño prepárate Salte de aquí Niño prepárate Labios temblando Niño prepárate Salte veneno Niño prepárate Salte de aquí Niño prepárate Brincan los cuerpos Vas a sufrir

Готовься, дитя, Ты будешь страдать Готовься, дитя, Истекай ядом Готовься, дитя, Истекай прямо здесь Готовься, дитя - Дрожащие губы Готовься, дитя, Истекай ядом Готовься, дитя, Истекай прямо здесь Готовься, дитя - Прыгают трупы, Будешь страдать.

My nails peel back
When the taxidermist ruined
Goose stepped the freckling impatience
All the brittle tombs
Five hundred little q’s
I’m splitting hairs to
Match the faces

All night long I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia nací

Now this train don’t lie
An abortion that survived
A lineage of
Bastard mastacation
All the severed proof
Talons scratch my suite
These are the feathers
That replace them

All night I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia nací

Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb
I found the remnants
Of a crescent fang
It cleaned my wing
Down to the bone
Umbilical syllables
Left to decode
There was no cradle
I can taste it
Come on now

All night I’ll hunt for you
Let me show you what I mean
Sangre
Sonando
De rabia nací

Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb
Bring me this plague
She took a drink
Those nicotine stains
On his every word
My scavenger quilt
Will only hide the truth
Bring me
Bring me this plague
I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand in mine
And everyday that parts
The water into two
Mothers and feathers start
To drown the living proof
I can’t remember these lakes of blood
Wrapped in a blanket
There sweats a cut
Who do you trust
Will they feed us the womb
Chrome the fetal mirage
Will they feed us the womb

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Comments

[Ehwas]

Мне сегодня ночью аж приснилось, как будто я твитаю "I am done with my graceless heart
So tonight I'm gonna cut it out and then restart"

Из Florence And The Machine - Shake It Out

[Himerik]

Ehwas, да, рестарт был бы вполне уместен. )

[Ehwas]

Himerik, дык он будет, я даже думаю, процесс уже идет)