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Текст песни: Shut the windows
Pull the blinds
Nobody's coming!
I'm counting the cracks in the ceiling tonight
Peeling the scab just to stay out of light
A room with no door, just a mattress of straw
Feeding the spiders that crawl in my jaw
Get out of my head!
The throat is full of needles
The lungs are full of ash
And there is no hand left
To stitch the final gash!
Tie the rope and drag the lake!
I am the living ghost among the dead!
The sky is a furnace
That burns out the sight!
We swallow the charcoal
And welcome the night!
Fall into the dark!
Ripping the tongue from the roof of the mouth
Spitting the blood as the shadows move south
No words left to suffer, no tears left to dry
Just hollowed-out skulls under a black sky
Do you hear the wood creaking?
That's the floor giving way
Or maybe it's just my ribs
Collapsing under the weight
Let it cave in!
Let the dirt fill the mouth!
Feel the mouth!
The throat is full of needles
The lungs are full of ash
And there is no hand left
To stitch the final gash!
Tie the rope and drag the lake!
I am the living ghost among the dead!
The sky is a furnace
That burns out the sight!
We swallow the charcoal
And welcome the night!
The night...
Pull the blinds
Nobody's coming!
I'm counting the cracks in the ceiling tonight
Peeling the scab just to stay out of light
A room with no door, just a mattress of straw
Feeding the spiders that crawl in my jaw
Get out of my head!
The throat is full of needles
The lungs are full of ash
And there is no hand left
To stitch the final gash!
Tie the rope and drag the lake!
I am the living ghost among the dead!
The sky is a furnace
That burns out the sight!
We swallow the charcoal
And welcome the night!
Fall into the dark!
Ripping the tongue from the roof of the mouth
Spitting the blood as the shadows move south
No words left to suffer, no tears left to dry
Just hollowed-out skulls under a black sky
Do you hear the wood creaking?
That's the floor giving way
Or maybe it's just my ribs
Collapsing under the weight
Let it cave in!
Let the dirt fill the mouth!
Feel the mouth!
The throat is full of needles
The lungs are full of ash
And there is no hand left
To stitch the final gash!
Tie the rope and drag the lake!
I am the living ghost among the dead!
The sky is a furnace
That burns out the sight!
We swallow the charcoal
And welcome the night!
The night...
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