Текст песни A Victual to Our Dead Selves - False
Have
you
ever
felt
the
pain
of
possession,
Of
self-worthless
obsession?
Of
your
heart
being
siphoned
through
the
mouth
of
Beleth
at
his
best,
White
horse
and
trumpets
blaring
and
all?
Spat
out
as
a
pile
of
leftover
dregs
Into
the
valley
of
disillusionment
Where
we
sift
through
the
earth,
Looking
for
anything
to
bring
us
back
to
ourselves
Together,
Bound
at
our
hearts
by
one
chain
Let′s
go
home
Bound
at
the
throats
by
one
rope
Let's
go
home
Have
you
ever
been
so
empty?
Staring
at
your
wall
in
bed,
Waiting
so
long
for
benediction?
That
you
melted
into
the
cracks
Where
silence
bends
and
history
speaks?
What
did
you
hear?
Did
you
drift
off
to
sleep?
Who
did
you
wish
would
hold
you
in
your
dreams?
Together,
Bound
in
exile
from
ourselves
I
will
cut
you
from
your
hanging
rope
Bound
by
a
moat
around
our
hearts
Will
you
cut
me
from
my
rope?
How
long
will
we
walk
this
road
together?
We
found
ourselves
-
These
particulate
dregs
shaped
into
our
form
Motion
is
all
that
we
do
Our
fingers
lace;
The
warmth
of
your
particulate
Fills
me
up
like
a
beggar′s
cup
You
are
me,
and
I
am
you
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