Текст песни tilt - Unravel
tilt - Unravel слова песни
Here I am still intact, and I should give myself credit for that, but I =have cast a stone deep into my throat, I squat on land my feet won`t =reach, the smell of blood and bile and bleach, I need a square foot and =a rope. We can weave, we can unravel, we keep on sleeping right through =our travels, we can weave, we can unravel, take our confusion to a much =lighter level. Spit it up and hand it over to yet another child of =squallor, pallid wheezing lost all her color, her dark circles getting =darker, he crossed her palm, but nothing seems to wake her from her =shitty dreams, now she`s become just one more helpless package of doom. =The city looks especially vindictive tonight, that hitchhiker looks like =he`s headed home to murder his wife, well it`s a proven fact they don`t =respond to every call for help in time, so there she stays, poor little =girl, lying on the floor of a dirty bathroom, no folks there`s no =device, no box of gods to descend and take this tragedy, tie up all the =loose ends.Submitted by: Mel