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Mirror Falls
days n' daze
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Our wagons got a busted wheel
It's rusted on some back road
Near the border of utopia and hatred
We all just counted six black crows
The dead man's eyes we failed to close
Pierce through flesh to stare into our souls
Dog's howl in the dead of night
Howl for death before the light
Or all our mirrors should come crashing down
(All our mirrors should come crashing down)
Broken chimes begin to toll
Our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes (Our mirrors shatter)
Go on put that bullet in my skull
A white moth and a robin (A mirror)
Flew right though our window
Blew out all those candles that we light after the first (all at once did fall)
(to spread across the floor, the reaper's on his way)
Seems that we're all in the middle
Of this photograph a mirror shows us our reflections (Sooner or later)
In the storm (my friend's will call a casket home)
Dog's howl in the dead of night
Howl for death before the light
Or all our mirrors should come crashing down
(All our mirrors should come crashing down)
Broken chimes begin to toll
Our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes (Our mirrors shatter)
Go on put that bullet in my skull
Umbrellas hit the fucking ground
13 people sit on down
For supper only 12 of them will live (Only 12 of them will live)
Still I never hear the thunder
Following the funeral
So I guess everybody rots in hell
In hell, in hell!
In hell, in hell! (Work 'till you die to buy what they sell)
Go!
Dog's howl in the dead of night
Howl for death before the light
Or all our mirrors should come crashing down
(All our mirrors should come crashing down)
Broken chimes begin to toll
Our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes (Our mirrors shatter)
Go on put that bullet in my skull
Dog's howl in the dead of night
Howl for death before the light
Or all our mirrors should come crashing down
(All our mirrors should come crashing down)
Broken chimes begin to toll
Our mothers corpse in pitch black clothes (Our mirrors shatter)
Go on put that bullet in my skull
Go on put that bullet in my, go on put that bullet in my (my)
Go on put that bullet in my skull!
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