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Calmly, she's sat with her back pressed against the door But the day you came knocking You chose so foolishly, you thought that you could poke the bear But this time, you'd find out Why should I refuse this murder of crows? 'Cause they've never seen Twenty beasts through the blinds, tainted dreams on twenty-two parallel lines God is moving gently, should we put blood on the door? The card's saying, "No" Wheel within a wheel, crushed by figurines, empty carousels Yeah, we'd all get crushed Down, down till we become dust Was it you that locked me in this great beyond now? Vociferous Hooves that mark the space where dead horses reign How many have died? Oh, oh Oh I can see you walking in and out of your own cremation Measure twice and cut once Too many voiceless offer passage to her in the rain Letras de cancionesYour pain is colored axe red Peaking through the cumulus scripture Go rid yourself of machinations Blooming in fields of the lord Till we all come crashing down From Letras Mania