Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: 3sksНазвание : My SocratesДанные: текст песни / слова песни Видео:
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You`re a poet, priest of nowhere And your polished, seemed attitude brings you more Yeah you, you`re a reckless angel You`re a heartbreaking soldier And your splendid insanities brings you more So come into my mind and breathe into the morning light Come into my mouth and breed So we shake, shake, shake, shake into the sun like an arrow And we burn, burn, burn, burn into the world once again You`re a sweet-raped hole, such a desolate soul, wearing a crown of M80`s And your livid insanity brings you more So we shimmer in the shame of gods ethereal rain Canting happy death heaven eerie blissful and vain And I`m guilt in the fire irresistible irate Like burning witches on a Sunday afternoon And I`m spirit, I`m death, I`m belligerent, I`m clean I`m not some pretty kill wiseacre Spit into this dream about stains in my heart I`m sustained in mimicry Just to feel holy I`m feeling old So I watch the clock tick in the corner of the room Hungry little black books feeding Sunday schools And I`m drenched in the fire of a thousand ages Whoring glories for the pouring man And I laugh and I laugh as I throw it away My heart fills empty again and again And I glisten in the forest of a thousand black roses Feeling holy and feeling small And I bleed like Jesus and bleed for you Like spilling Socrates, imitation to feel If I were God, I`d watch you fall down Take me back, take me back My sleeping angel The one that ran away | Похожие исполнители:
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