Из альбома: Expositions Prophylaxe

Stop that horse
He wears my shirt
Regret remorse
Oh, now they hurt

Yesterday I rewired the place
The physical description fits

The broken home I left behind
And the rain fell down sad

Withering birds they only wail
In the dying gardens down below

Murder victims talk to me
Tell me all I wanna know
Their dangling receiver's telling me
We only live once, there's no more

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