Systems - V. Ghost Medicine (tetradymia canescens) | Текст песни

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To burn with candles on frozen floors,
Let's weave our hands tight,
Feel each other's thorns.

To make their dried-out eyes glisten,
The river is risen from within
Each and every breath-bathed vein
On intake of pain.

The precious song
Our beating bodies want to make
Until the smile breaks
And the heart grows cold as steel.

Face fractures in the mirror,
Shattered eyes in glass.

Cut us free
Wounded healers.

Out the window
Down the road
The fabric falls apart
As paper in the rain:

Who is your myth-maker?
Do they love you?

Artless emblems
Fill our eyes,
Choke our dreams,
We're fucked and bleeding.

Let's see a little blood
In the living and Loved.
Blood to air,
Skin to scar,
Air to blood,
Wounds to heal.

The sunrise carven on your wrist
Calmly reflects
On the rivers coursing
Beneath my own flesh
With ghost medicine.

Drop the veil upon
This dying day.
To the earth,
This time we consecrate.

Drop the veil.