Текст песни Trust (The Sacred And Unclean) - Christian Death
The
haven
of
sick
minds,
this
is
a
holy
place
to
be
He
felt
gouts
of
meat
stripped
from
his
limbs,
The
corner
of
his
lips
flaking
off
like
mica
"Devils
are
holy,
holy
for
suffering
the
sins
of
man
Devils
are
sucking
at
their
lives
Devils
are
holy,
holy
for
suffering
the
sins
of
man
The
sins
of
man"
Saliva
in
his
mouth
and
throat
dried,
Pierced
his
eyes,
Stuffed
his
hole
full
of
soil
Looking
back,
he
saw
his
body
crack
– symmetrical
Without
fear
He
is
completely
lost,
but
found
The
sacred
and
unclean
The
sacred
and
unclean
Absence
of
heads
Shattered,
peeling,
tumid
bellies
split
wide
open
Dig
a
little
deeper
Dig
a
little
deeper
Facial
features
had
literally
been
erased
Hundreds
in
shreds
and
tatters
Hundreds
in
the
weakness
of
despair
Devils
are
holy
Like
a
dream
remembered
Holy
for
suffering
All
dust
again
The
sins
of
man
Such
a
holy
place
to
be
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