Bethlehem You Must Kill Yourself текст песни, слова песни You Must Kill Yourself Bethlehem
Bethlehem - You Must Kill Yourself
Breeding a rich suffering
When they're walking naked
a raw species is rotting
Where Angels had once danced
and lied to the pale black
now sparrows fall down to the side
and explore deception with comic irony
Like needle stitches in Singularities
expired and prolonged in penance
There lies in cold the gardener of both races
And blights variables of
Dead necessity and space
But don't listen to me tomorrow
I can bring you the comforting proof
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