Текст песни Garden in the Bones - Periphery
                                                Mercy 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                you've 
                                                come 
                                                undone
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                awoken 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hour
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                receives 
                                                no 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                sound 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                tribe
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                shake 
                                                me 
                                                out 
                                                until 
                                                sunrise
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                heat 
                                                of 
                                                tomorrow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Released 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                wind 
                                                blows
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                beating 
                                                stare 
                                                from 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                trials
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                sleep 
                                                tonight
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                howl 
                                                from 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wolf 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                soaring 
                                                crow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                spirits 
                                                in 
                                                trance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                toss 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                in 
                                                no 
                                                romance
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                six 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                breaks 
                                                like 
                                                glass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stripped 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lungs 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flee 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                walls, 
                                                so 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stampede 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                room 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                buffalo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                me 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                throes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                howls 
                                                from 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wolf 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                soaring 
                                                crow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                outta 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                spirits 
                                                entrance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                toss 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                in 
                                                no 
                                                romance
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                six 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                breaks 
                                                like 
                                                glass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                lie 
                                                thieves 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Firewater, 
                                                tenacious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                we 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                we 
                                                all 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shift 
                                                all 
                                                placement
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                they're 
                                                sifting 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                living
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                dead 
                                                we 
                                                all 
                                                move
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                claim 
                                                we 
                                                stake
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                land 
                                                within 
                                                our 
                                                wake
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                garden 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                headdress 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                soil 
                                                we 
                                                own, 
                                                whoa
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                build 
                                                it 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                bullshit
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                build 
                                                it 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                garden 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                headdress 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                soil 
                                                we 
                                                own, 
                                                yeah
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stripped 
                                                of 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                air 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                lungs 
                                                now
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feeling 
                                                so 
                                                alone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stampede 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                room 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                buffalo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Feeling 
                                                so 
                                                low 
                                                (whoa 
                                                oh)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pull 
                                                out 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                from 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                You've, 
                                                given 
                                                quite 
                                                    a 
                                                show
 
                                    
                                
                                                Stampede 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                room 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                buffalo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Raise 
                                                me 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                throes
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                howl 
                                                from 
                                                below
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                wolf 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                soaring 
                                                crow
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Am 
                                                    I 
                                                losing 
                                                all 
                                                of 
                                                control?
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                spirits 
                                                entrance
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                toss 
                                                and 
                                                turn 
                                                in 
                                                no 
                                                romance
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                six 
                                                under 
                                                the 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                breaks 
                                                like 
                                                glass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                lie 
                                                thieves 
                                                of 
                                                their 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Firewater, 
                                                tenacious
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Upon 
                                                the 
                                                burial 
                                                ground
 
                                    
                                
                                                Between 
                                                the 
                                                living 
                                                and
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dead 
                                                we 
                                                move 
                                                (We 
                                                move)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mercy 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                gun
 
                                    
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