Текст (слова) песни: Lawrence Arms - The March Of The Elephants
The cistern burns with the sisters who learn that certainty burns with a fist the cyst of this growth is a hope (against hope) that I loathe, and steel my self to resist.
I am an animal, unprepared. A club in a drawer full of silverware, I`m under there and breathily holding. Her underwear is deserving a scolding.
Disgrace is the color of red that you`re looking for. I`ll be wearing that working convenience store. Oh.
Fuck all the garbage in unforgiving piles. The landfills stretch out for ten thousand miles. The cities wear a badge that differentiates but it`s the same exact shit that the dirt and sea hate.
I am an animal, unprepared.
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