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limbs (ph) - metropolis of salt كلمات الأغنية

a shot gut, dry and bare, still hurts
a tempered soul withered
but what a l!ck of salt is worth to a throat in reverse

one by one, consuming in the incline
gripping on their insides — a mass decline
who mends the atrophy, receding on the concrete helplessly

how could the weak rebel, how could the starved k!ll?
how should the weak rebel, how should the starved k!ll?
with pestilence and famine and dissented cries of liberty
how would the weak rebel, how would the starved k!ll?

to pigs the worst has yet to come
the boys in blue, the soil’s scum
to pigs the worst has yet to come
the boys in blue, the soil’s scum

it’s you, you or me six feet deep
it’s you, you or me six feet deep
it’s you, you or me six feet deep
it’s you, you or me six feet deep

- limbs ph

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