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von Thomas Abban

How many books of the dead are written by the living?
Bleed he blood black as night? Then he needs no forgiving
The Beast is barren but rears all she gets
When I was a boy the angels drew patterns on my chest

Palms are sweaty, knees are weak
I hear the call of deep to deep
My anger seems to much to keep
My answer′s looping on repeat
On oceaned glass that empty seat
Surrender's still the best defeat


Amen
It′s all coming back to you

Oh what a wonderful world, alone in space it shudders
She got something I don't, love for myself and others
If my silence made a fool of you, then just imagine what my words will do

I hear the call of deep to deep
My anger seems to much to keep
My answer's looping on repeat
On oceaned glass that empty seat
Surrender′s still the best defeat

Amen
It′s all coming back to you