Black Insomnia - [5] 02. Evening Breath | Текст песни

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• [5] 02. Evening Breath

Evening airless breath
Has the taste of fake sunset
Crimson hopeless fire
Will cover us with a loneliness attire

We're not suicide-prone
None regret to be born

But so what we live for -
To feed the worms of the grave?

And we live here alone
And we'll die here alone
We don't care any more...
It's our fucked damned grave

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