The Marshes

Pox on the Tracts
Go, save yourself nowI’m not saying that I don’t mindBut if you stay, you’re gonna lose itSoft, I hear it comingMay you never have to hear it, tooI put a pox on the tracts I’ve stolenI remember making all the sticky poolsTaking care to spill not a drop of ichorAnd now I beg you not to play the fool that I didAnd never over-investigateAs my legs grow dead, use your ownIf not for me, maybe themWho never knew what lies interred in here(You, you’ll make it out)Alright, you can’t expect them to know(No, you’ll make it out)Oh, I’ve gotta tell youHow to close this gaping mawLest this threshold that I made get brokenYe gods forgive meYou mayhap have to chant some moreI think that that explosive’s got to workLetras de cancionesI remember making all the sticky poolsTaking care to spill not a drop of ichorAnd now I beg you not to play the fool that I didAnd never over-investigateAs my legs grow dead, use your ownIf not for me, maybe themWho never knew what lies interred in here(You, you’ll make it out)Alright, you can’t expect them to know(No, you’ll make it out)Go onGo and tell the others now From Letras Mania