Текст: Geggy Tah. She Withers.
Out of the way there is a quiet place
Where there is no skin to scar and there's no time to waste
Full of emptiness, I can't touch the bottom
Lines on her face falling in her autumn
With her while she withers away
In a mangelwurze for the cattle
Washing for the battle hymn to hurry up and hold on
Slaughter is to you a manicure her nails on impaled palms
Springing out of this flesh stirs a life at the bottom
With her while she withers away
With her while she withers away, away
With her while she withers away, away
Away, away
Away
Where there is no skin to scar and there's no time to waste
Full of emptiness, I can't touch the bottom
Lines on her face falling in her autumn
With her while she withers away
In a mangelwurze for the cattle
Washing for the battle hymn to hurry up and hold on
Slaughter is to you a manicure her nails on impaled palms
Springing out of this flesh stirs a life at the bottom
With her while she withers away
With her while she withers away, away
With her while she withers away, away
Away, away
Away
Geggy Tah
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