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A Dead Language For A Dying Lady

 

A Dead Language For A Dying Lady

(альбом: The Search Party Never Came - 2006)


As her insides screaming, let me out
She speaks as if someone's in the room with her
(Someone sits quietly on the ceiling tile)
Still facing the corner with eyes gouged out
These tears of blood fall, for blood is all she's crying out

Her heart beats on
She's just not, giving up yet
Though blinded by the devil's touch
She rises above him

(She rises above)

She races towards the light
Her heart beats on
(She stares death straight in the face, heart beats on)
These tears of blood fall, for blood is all she's crying out

As he cuts into her chest
Her heart beats on
She's just not giving up yet
Though blinded by the devil's touch
She rises above him
(Rise above)
She floats towards the light
The darkness recedes
(Let me out, let me live again)
In this most desperate hour (she cries)
A most desperate hour

In this crowded room
In this crowded room
In this crowded room
With an empty view
In this crowded room

Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end
Save your goodbyes, we all know it's not the end

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