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Now the reins are loose and all aroundThe tumbleweed is tracing out your frownThe furrow's on the riseThe buried are aliveThere's trouble in the seven-day dustNow the veil of beasts have dragged you 'roundYou've kissed the hands of stranglehold and foundThey bruise the neck of songbirds on their way to youWe are the century's ghosts...All ribbon fat let loose onThe tangled curse that pierced your eye and willTo carry onAll ribbon fat let loose onThe tangled curse that pierced your eye and willTo carry onNow the ox has blown the feathers throughThe oven door to make the angel's wingsThe hallelujah sirens are singing to the aspiringThere's trouble in the seven-day dustFloat the bloated butchers on a stringThe supper songs are deafening and greenThe lucky jaws of timeAre sweetened by the rhymeLetras de cancionesWe are the century's ghosts...All ribbon fat let loose onThe tangled curse that pierced your eye and willTo carry onAll ribbon fat let loose onThe tangled curse that pierced your eye and willTo carry onTo the weeping dogs at ankles we can sayCould you ring a bell of senseTo shake loose the seven-day dust from the plastic treesTo the weeping dogs at ankles we can sayCould you ring a bell of senseTo shake loose the seven-day dust from the plastic treesDrum terror man, take me someplace new... From Letras Mania