I could see the souls
seeping through the stones
on the horizon
on the horizon

My movements are drapes
in a state of the art
your emotions lack the face I value
in my state of the art

The oaks are over
and the forest is now the shoulder
of all uncontrollable monotony

I pity you who know nothing
while walk softer than this city

My movements are drapes
in a state of the art
your emotions lack the face I value
in my state of the art

Keep in mind
there is no such thing as awkward silence
when you're talking to yourself

Won't you keep in mind
that there is no such thing
as awkward silence
when your talking to yourself




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Great White Zombie song meanings
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