We burrow underground
thirsty beasts in heat
in our hearts a lonely sound
echoes of an ancient beat
a lonely memory
there's a face behind the gate
we get drunk on apathy
the sentence came a day too late
this skin
tight fit
this skin
tight fit
tight fit
a woman lingers giving birth
she hides in shadows of the tree
counting fingers on a moonlit earth
tomorrow put her seed in me
the skin I wear on these tired bones
determine what I call my own
I guess some words just wont stand alone
the world is but a second home
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♠️Woaw... again some good eighties goth dark reminiscence. Dancing drums bring joy to the darkest side. And Darkwave is still alive. Thanks "FoReVeR" 🌹 Jack music Life