Golden

Rare Monk

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    Let’s just pretend we’re golden
    We’ve found ourselves
    Don’t need the depths to find the limits
    Of witchcraft, all the words we know
    Don’t need a fight to find a friend
    Beholden
    No, we’ve found ourselves
    Now it’s just the cost of living
    Escalation, of the sins we know

    So bring the trepanner
    We’re waiting
    To excise all the truths we know
    Bring out the leeches
    We’re waiting

    Let’s just pretend we’re golden
    We’ve found ourselves
    We only breathe the air we’re given
    So breathless, we’ve dreamed this hell
    The only tack’s into the tempest, into fury
    We’ve found ourselves
    Haruspicy from our intestines, while the naemads
    They’re so hungry now

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    So bring the trepanner
    We’re waiting
    To excise all the truths we know
    Bring out the leeches
    We’re waiting

    Bring the trepanner
    We’re waiting
    To excise all the truths we know
    Bring out the leeches
    We’re waiting
    To exorcise the blood below

    Bring the trepanner
    We’re waiting
    To excise all the truths we know
    Bring out the leeches
    We’re waiting

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    Composición: Dorian Gabriel Aites, Hugh Peter Jackson, Richard Daniel Japson y Robert Forest Gallien

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