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Pondering a Wall

๐Ÿ‘ค maudlin of the Well โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ My Fruit Psychobells... A Seed Combustible โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 6:21
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โฑ๏ธ 6:21 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

Here I am, red, sour
Mine eye smiling to thy side
He lives in a river from Carina's door
Washing out the devourer of dying acres
Maybe Salvation deserves this?
All in my hand overcame me
Eyes on you, I drowned in yours
And then... my house forsook me
Lithely trickling away, my name from thee
In a slumber-call, hast thou dreamt my name?
Haste, my weight is hollow
Speak, and it saves me
Haste, speak, trust me
Atop a hill, a marvelous night's
Lustrous vistas mark the year, creeping along the barony
Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze, admonishing thee of wicked pleasure
I scheme to renounce my treasure, with a furtive smile, silence...
But tears, they stream for thee
Thou, lusting a dungeon!
This land is like... a goblet of the thick and black!
Brim-filled before the moon-crest
I'm pondering a wall and poised with knives
And then, I look at you... (Secretly, of course)

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.20] Here I am, red, sour
[00:12.63] Mine eye smiling to thy side
[00:27.63] He lives in a river from Carina's door
[00:47.75] Washing out the devourer of dying acres
[01:17.23] Maybe Salvation deserves this?
[01:22.68] All in my hand overcame me
[01:27.25] Eyes on you, I drowned in yours
[01:32.09] And then... my house forsook me
[01:38.14] Lithely trickling away, my name from thee
[01:44.51] In a slumber-call, hast thou dreamt my name?
[01:59.24] Haste, my weight is hollow
[02:03.69] Speak, and it saves me
[02:08.67] Haste, speak, trust me
[02:56.88] Atop a hill, a marvelous night's
[03:06.92] Lustrous vistas mark the year, creeping along the barony
[03:25.89] Phantoms flicker with a licking breeze, admonishing thee of wicked pleasure
[03:46.03] I scheme to renounce my treasure, with a furtive smile, silence...
[04:07.17] But tears, they stream for thee
[04:23.44] Thou, lusting a dungeon!
[04:28.15] This land is like... a goblet of the thick and black!
[04:39.77] Brim-filled before the moon-crest
[04:55.57] I'm pondering a wall and poised with knives
[05:25.24] And then, I look at you... (Secretly, of course)
[05:48.39]

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