Primitive Hate Machine - Hangin' Tree Тексты

Spit it out, say it again
Pick a god, pray amen
Walk tall, through your land
Stand tall, your own man
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang

Life goes on, like it or not
Test the theory, tie the knot
All you want, never to be
All you are, a lesser thee
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang (waiting for you)

He thought he heard voices call
"He's not long for this world"
Like his soul he died young
A shadow cast upon the son

Turn the knife, break the chains
A broken man, all that remains
Granted be the wish I make
Planted be the roots I shake
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang

Twist the mind of perception
Falsehood means of deception
Fate you see, clear as smoke
Free now are the hands that choke
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang (waiting for you)

He thought he heard voices call
"He's not long for this world"
Like his soul he died young
A shadow cast upon the son

Nevermore shall he be
Nevermore shall he see
Nevermore the chosen one
Nevermore the blood red son

Nevermore

Reckoning leers down on him
Staring at his endmost sin
Heavy burden he can't rise
Like desire his hands always tied

Aint had enough, never an end
In the shade, hopes ascend
Breathing space, which you created
Taken place of all that you hated
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang

Broke in half the cross I cast
Broken hand of the past
Burden of dirty relief
Lifted by hollow beliefs
Find a way, hopeless reach
Find a way, bleed the leech
Underneath the branch I hang (waiting for you)
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