Текст песни We Dream Like Lions - Otep
We
dream
like
lions
Warm
in
the
frost
Fresh
from
the
kill
Tiny
teeth
and
claws
We
dream
like
lions
Deep
beneath
the
loam
The
windows
of
his
soul
Ash
on
the
watery
glass
Broken
but
still
whole
A
halo
of
barbwire
A
frozen
night
of
fire
Oh,
so
cold
We
dream
like
lions
Below
and
above
The
wooly
little
lambs
That
look
a
lot
like
us
We
dream
like
lions
The
dark
poles
of
the
weeping
trees
cradle
him
close
in
the
heavy
breeze.
Crumbs
for
the
crows,
slow
empire
of
worms.
We
sing
the
cry
of
countless
broken
souls,
"the
world
is
made
of
razorblades,
they
choke
on
the
words
they'll
never
say,
I
wish
it
could
change,
but
it
will
always
be
this
way."
We
dream
like
lions
Warm
in
the
frost
Fresh
from
the
kill
Tiny
teeth
and
claws
We
dream
like
lions
We
dream
like
lions
Below
and
above
The
wooly
little
lambs
That
look
a
lot
like
us
We
dream
like
lions
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