Текст песни Circle Of Dead Children - Harvest At Dawn, слова песни Circle Of Dead Children

Текст песни Circle Of Dead Children - Harvest At Dawn

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Everything around me shrinks and expandsMemories compactedFantasies extractedSuspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearerThis is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyesThe faces and names are not realOnly the tears, blood and glass are authenticWe link hands and dreams to become the map of the damnedFound a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe, to finger and feedMemories flaccidFantasies reenactedFinger and feedFinger and feed

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Harvest At Dawn

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