Vismund Cygnus Şarkı Sözü

Sawing off the pavement
repenting their past lives
might i be the only payment left
to be left behind
clay and pigment footsteps
rust it boiling clean
our bullet in linguistics
that only we can breathe


i gotta prayer that'll make you theirs now
beneath sepulchers
raise your entrails as an offer
(2x)

fondling with pitchforks
in a cattle prodded sea
signaling the sedatives