Testo di Storm The Gates

play viola cheek mole charming castin out to sea disarming turnin up like judas harlem barrium fictitia pardon they crawl around behind like all the rats around the tunnel line and live a little as to hide away the world has changed and so has mine it never was so strange below the street so paralyzed forever and a day then storm the gates to justify the feathers on the weight pullin string from far behind them tightly held with fingers swollen carcinoma secret garden in a tomb, fictitia pardon they crawl around behind like all the rats around the tunnel line and live a little as to hide away the world has changed and so has mine it never was so strange below the street so paralyzed forever and a day then storm the gates to justify the feathers on the weight