Текст песни Scatological Imperative (Trough) с переводом

I can’t see a thing

Sound of dresses tearing

Round my head, swirling

This house keeps shadows in its pockets just like knives

A stranger summons me to attend their side

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t move

I’m trying to talk, my mouth is frozen shut with cloth

Dust rising in a cloud, windows thick with moths

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t speak

The sound of bells in the fields

Morning dew on the sills

My tongue is dead in my throat

This house has a cistern

That gate is always closed

That gate is always closed

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