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lyrics
Master, raise a temple on my skin With the Holy Cross and icons near it. Tolling of the church bells, gentle and thin, Should resound freely though the scenery.
Then tattoo a cabin by the creek, Let it twist down freeside swiftly from afar For the judges not to cook up any trick, Not to keep it locked behind bolt and bar.
Fill my skin with sunset crimson sky, Paint a rose entangled by the barbed wire. ‘Mother, there’s no guilt on me’, you’ll write. They dare not remove it. Ever. So swore I.
If there would be left a little space, Paint a small boat, all-at-taut, with outspread sails. ’Tis the breach, that you, screws, are to face. You’ll remember me forever breaking jail.
Mom don't judge me, I'm just that and lived ,
I knew - you expect me to do ; I know you're crying
evenings , and you dream where I was just a little ,
creeps up on you, close your eyes and palms ;
you purposely say father ? , Tatyanka ? , I laugh :
no, no, do not guess ; father with Tanyuha hi ; money
envelope did not go - bitch all removed, but I'll spite them
come back, because you're waiting for me .
Horror audio drama from multimedia group Grypt broaches the very important question: "Why do Blob things happen to good people?" Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 24, 2019