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Fées Nanterroises
15:19
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2. |
Thirteenth Avenue
02:39
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And their faces are slow
And their faces are pale
And their faces are raw
And the lights come on
In the tungsten soaking room
Rituals form upon the floor
And the doors to the world I leave
Have sealed and turned to stone
And their bodies are warm
And their bodies are loose
And their bodies are limp
And shadows fall on the floor
In the mass of the crowd
A sullen face encased in black
That lurks along the walls of
The chamber that is his death
And the dancers all sing
And the dancers all laugh
And the dancers all kiss
In the sticky flesh mass
Under the knuckle of
The mechanical beast
He squints with Rolleiflex eye
And smiles with guillotine teeth
Smiles with guillotine teeth
And the people all look
And the people all scream
And the people all fall
As blood drips from his teeth
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3. |
Threnody
20:06
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You were all I knew
I was not alone
I was there down on the ground
Down on the fields, so below
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who...
I poisoned myself for a kiss
A kiss that I knew I'd regret
I poisoned myself for kiss
A kiss that was all I would get
I feel like I miss you again
And miss all those things that we had
And think of those times that I tried
To fix all those things in your head
I picture this mother and I
Wish I'd not sung from below
An image of all that I've cried
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
You were the one on the bed
Who bled and who bled and who bled
Knew that I'd hurt all this time
Don't know what to do but to die
Knew that I'd regret this time
I knew when I did it I'd die
Knew when I did it I'd die
Knew when I tried this last time
And death, death is forever
And you will lie down with the sick
And you will no longer be afraid
And you won't know this length
That death, death is forever
I knew it would last just forever
I knew it would last just forever
And now there's no way it will end
So I was just laying in bed
And I will be here dunking bread
And blood, and blood in my head
And the blood that runs red in my heart
The blood that runs red in my veins
Will pour and spew just for not
The blood in my chest will burst and stop
The blood that runs red in my heart
Won't you collide with my life
With smoke, smoke on the hill
If I had just known it was low
I'm just starving to know where I'd be
If you, you were still here
If you, if you had not bled
If you had not bled on that day
If you had not bled without me
But you then bled in my room
My room in ruinous fire
Like fire that burns through the ground
Like fire that burns and surrounds
Like fire that burns to the ground
And matches the reds of bled heart
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