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:: "Mutations" Lyrics & Track Listing :: |
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~ We Live Again ~
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
Over the hill a desolate wind
Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
The end o the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
O hungry days
In the footsteps of fools
Gazing alone through sex painted windows
Dredging the night
Drunk libertines
Stink like colognes from a new fangled wasteland
The end o the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
Love is a plague in a mix match parade
Where the castaways look so deranged
When will children learn
To let their wildernesses burn
And love will be new
Never cold and vacant
These withered hands have dug for a dream
Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
The end o the end
We live again
O I grow weary of the end
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