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Pagoda
Pagoda — Death to birth
Pagoda — Death to birth (текст песни)
From ripe to rotten Too real to live Should I lie down or stand up And walk around again? My eyes finally wide open up My eyes finally wide open shut To find the fount of sound That hears the touch of my tears Smells the taste of all we waste Could feed the others But we smother each other with the nectar And pucker the sour at bittersweet weather It blows to our trees, swims to our seas Flies to the last gasp we left on this earth It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth It’s a long lonely journey, from death to... It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth Oh, it’s a long lonely journey from death to... Should I die again? Should I die around The pounds of matter wheeling through space? I know I’ll never know, until I come face to face With my own, with my own, with my own With my own cold dead face With my own wooden case Pucker the sour at bitter-sweet weather It blows to our trees, swims to our seas Flies to the last gasp we left on this earth It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth It’s a long lonely journey from death... Should I die again? Should I die around The pounds of matter wheeling through space? I know I’ll never know, until I come face to face… It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth It’s a long lonely journey from death to birth