We laid in the garden
Under a thousand suns
Dark like the evening shadows
We f*cked under mothless skies
Our lead-filled bodies in the mud
Contorted like the vines inside our veins
We sung until the blackest star lit up
And danced on the corpse of our own love
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
If we rose like gods
From our tombs of clay
Would we silence the waking dawn
And preach our blood stained faith?
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
Ijdelheid - Kiss the Prophets Lyrics
Ijdelheid - Kiss the Prophets Lyrics
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We laid in the garden
Under a thousand suns
Dark like the evening shadows
We f*cked under mothless skies
Our lead-filled bodies in the mud
Contorted like the vines inside our veins
We sung until the blackest star lit up
And danced on the corpse of our own love
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
If we rose like gods
From our tombs of clay
Would we silence the waking dawn
And preach our blood stained faith?
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
Under a thousand suns
Dark like the evening shadows
We f*cked under mothless skies
Our lead-filled bodies in the mud
Contorted like the vines inside our veins
We sung until the blackest star lit up
And danced on the corpse of our own love
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
If we rose like gods
From our tombs of clay
Would we silence the waking dawn
And preach our blood stained faith?
In deep waves of thought
Our minds became numb
To the sparkling and twisted night sky
Honing the nails meant for our hands
Writer: Ruben Wijlacker
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