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vacant lights - interlopers كلمات الأغنية

interlopers lyrics
and still rats run like thieves in broad moonlight; or dead matter behind the clouds; keep your nose to the grindstone. fragile like a web in the wind, orange b_st_rd with sh_theap regalia laps at his wounds. his innards grind down introspective luncheons like guns spurting lasers into interstellar sp_ce. plagued by migraine. fretworks of fire. cling to convictions like a moth to a funeral pyre. manufacture your memory, divagate your dialect. take a walk, you dolorous dipsh_t dopefiend

but when the air runs out
and the bonе marrow goes missing
you’ll be therе
reticent and grey
while you trace shapes in the snow

staring perfect circle holes into linoleum floor tile of ambiguous biome, assurances are drilled into my head. infared trespassers glowing with the saffron embers of affectation clench my larynx with diseased, skeletal fingers. the immaterial contortionist drifts out of and slams back into my corporeal flesh prison like a sh_t_for_brains stockholm’s earthbound phantom. drink mournfully from the ivory goblet of dreams into a place where the brisk evening air would fill your lungs and lift you to neon tomorrows, unfettered by the rust of inquiry. these frozen inferno eyes no longer weep for me and now they weep for n0body. these hymns and soliloquies no longer sigh unwaveringly from the skyscr_pers to the streetlamps down into my sl!ck grey coiling guts. these dead decaying leaves and poetries of white pain no longer tug vigorously at the tender meat of my tongue. the clock strikes the witching hour; the bridge gives way to the lorry

and when the air runs out
and the bone marrow goes missing
where the rain falls
you’ll be there
reticent and grey
while you trace shapes in the snow

once again i’ve slept through red nights of abject terror where the trees of my neuron forest threaten to thrash back and forth in raven winds of agony. i’ve spent countless hours in my muddy holding cell, where my flesh sobs for crimes it did not commit. f_ckface clockwork howls on trembling prose and limpid form as he falls down from the garrulous watchtower, screaming and p_ssing into the perennial flow of oblivion mirrors. death_dealers and interlopers tread tentatively into the throbbing thicket of incandescent lights, scr_ping up the remains of perpetually confused cerebral stockbrokers. they covertly slip forward, digging up my freshly_planted daisies and growing brain_matter blackheads. bombastic word vomit redolent of curdled milk erupts from shrieking, gaping maws. for the sixty_fifth time i am promptly evicted from your tranquil city. so long, panopticon prudence

so when the air runs out
and the bone marrow goes missing
where the rain falls
and the blood flows free
when the tears flow
and the limbs hold no weight
you’ll be there
you’ll be there
you’ll still be there
reticent and grey
while you trace shapes in the snow

- vacant lights

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