paroles de chanson Cold Pressed - Pseudo

Make your sacrifice and listen to me
Trash is on the wooden floor
Where your body lies and now your...

Blood is strewn across the brick wall
Vibrating marbles eyes
Blood is streaming down mother's face today
And the colours in her eyes have become bored
Gunner and a whirlwind coming through

The marrow in my bones is running right on to the floor
Reaching for the sunlight reaching so high
What can I say, what can I say when my foot connects to the ground
In a fashion that resembles starving bones
A black parasite that rips through the flesh like a glass shard

Brought to your heel and nicked through cages, profusion
In quantities that sing just like the crow
Get covered in splints and roll through the mud and light a match next to your skin
Reject unto a self that you'll never see again

The glue has dried
Trouble yourself not with the bond, rather, the moment when you realize you
Have to pick up your mess and hope that everything is fine

The marrow in my bones is running right on to your floor
Glisten in your eyes is gone and now we stumble home, we stumble all the way home