Текст песни Fine Lines (KiNK) с переводом

I’m pushing by a magnetic black tide

Seeping into soft crimes comprised from holding rhymes into

Breaking my ribs entombed held in tough skin

I am cursing my blood, I’m caught in constant sin

I was stumbling through rotting hollow oak trees

I was grasping their rough swollen bodies

Wait on me

This weight on me

I’m dragging by a parasite in time

Caressing these white lies derived from holding rhymes into

Fine lines between our thumbs held in the wind

I am cursing your son, I am caught in his sin, and then

Sometimes I target the night and the day

To find melody haunting the reasons I stay

I am nothing without this, I’m blank pages thin

Between fine lines you draw, and the lines in between

In between

I was stumbling through rotting hollow oak trees

I was grasping their rough swollen bodies

I was calloused finding things unholy

I was herding dead fawn through open greens

Wait

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