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Spitting Wind

Front Line Assembly, Chris Connelly
Popularity ยท Low
๐Ÿ‡ฌ๐Ÿ‡ง English ยท Original

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Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning Then the voice is heard Woah The voice is heard Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning Then the voice is heard Woah The voice is heard Replacing all the air you replace until there's nothing there You makeshift, suffocate the words before the meaning Then the voice is heard Woah The voice is heard The voice is a stream of pain Like from a falling plane Revolves round the world again The texture still isn't right Cowers from a hunter's light Makes for a stranger to sleep with tonight To rest here is asinine Between electric lines Forgive me Instantly chilled to the bone We trawl through shame Through lovers' names Through the backlit scars Through the frigid walls And we burn our crimes Between electric lines Say a prayer for nothing Take a dare for nothing Here I am a ghost A shadow lingering I am a toxic pulse No sense imagining The voice is a shock to you All made of eyes seen through The pages wet with no one's story, never true It climbs through your open pores Behind your distant doors Distorts the age you never claimed as what you own The fringed pages hide the end Therein the plot descends To whispers barely heard above the spitting wind Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh