Bovine

12 Rounds

Composición de: Atticus Ross/Claudia Sarne
Shattered are the lies that bind us 
Blind are all the guides that guide us 
Buried are the words that free us 
Deaf is who will listen in this night 
Deaf is who will listen in this night 
Lost is all that I held hope in 
Dull is the fire that once was smoking 
Gone is the force that kept me free 
Put me in the juicer and come drink me 
Put me in the juicer and come drink me 
Well it feels like this whole party's over I don't even know my name 
Won't you tell me where the next one's headed I don't even know the game 
Mute and numb and struck and stricken 
Deaf and dumb and done and sickened 
Dead are the gods that made us fine 
Spirit's dead I might as well be Bovine Well it feels like this whole party's over 
I don't even know my name Won't you tell me where the next one's headed 
I don't even know the game Here we stop 
We see We stop, Believe Will it end We'll see We find Relief Relief
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