Текст песни Motelroom, Grandpiano (Fear Before The March of Flames) с переводом

I picked the most appetizing flowers from these gardens

I know of virgin thighs

Anointed in your sweat

Sat them in a glass

And took the bench between your hips

These are beautiful wooden legs you have to stand on

Take me lying down

I played my heart out on your rib cage and

You tried to sing along

But the keys I chose: sour notes

And your singing turned to moan

This is the sound of dying insides

Everyone was sleeping

Slaves to a gutted imagination

The light of the television sprayed us into the shadows on a wall

We: new gaceless mannequins

We: new oil spills

With no eyes how is it you cry

With no smile how is it you laugh

Closer now

Our shadows move like one

Back and forth

Our machiine lips

We the machine would like to speak

We razorblade shoelaces

We watch her in sleep

We’re here to pronounce your children blind

Lead them astray and toyed with their lives

We taught them sex and muted their laughter

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