Текст песни The Path Of Least Persistence

There goes your mother and her plague
What a terrible display
Of a charcoaled tongue
That wouldn't lend a hand
Though this dead was a thoughtless act
With alcohol intact
Quietly she seeks the day to pass
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You hold your flag of your doleful plea

Now there's nothing left to recall
A fruitless title bestowed
Amongst someone you could never know
In this plight of this dismay
This thickness of your plague
She's a realm that's lost her way