Текст песни Trinkets Pale Of Moon

By the landfill I lust
I burn the clothing before I dig into the ground

I am Janus faced belial with vines
You're going to wish you hadn't run

Claire Audina is calling me
I hear the hearts of tiny beating drums

I feigned umbrage at my bruising fists
You're going to wish you hadn't run

And with these trinkets pale of moon
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
When I nurse your tired heart

For every time you hear this strain
Of lullabies collapsing
Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling
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Their gourds are punctured easily
Amnesia fumes in little twists of silk

Induce this multistrobe with melody
You're going to wish you hadn't run

I sing your epicedium
My father taught me when I was young

You'll wear the tattered fringe of hangnail regalia
You're going to wish you hadn't run

And with these trinkets pale of moon
Senescent charms become a bludgeon of wrinkles
When I nurse your tired heart

For every time you hear this strain
Of lullabies collapsing
Walk towards the echo and let it hold your trembling