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Bury Your Dead

Mother Night

 

Mother Night

(альбом: Mosh 'n' Roll - 2011)


When you call that orphanage home
You've settled for one step above "alone"
Inside you, I think it's well known
There's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul

So let go

The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone
When you're out of the state
When he's bruising your face
Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way?

The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree
Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave
How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?

The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree
Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave
How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?

When you call that orphanage home
You've settled for one step above "alone"
Inside you, I think it's well known
There's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul

The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone
When you're out of the state
When he's bruising your face
Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way?

The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree
Assume the barrel is rotten, and so you pick up and leave
How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily?

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