Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 3,380 Pounds , by - Cara Neir. Song from the album Portals to a Better, Dead World, in the genre МеталRelease date: 12.01.2014
Record label: Broken Limbs
Song language: English
3,380 Pounds |
| In some hell dug miles below, I pray |
| As down here, we’ve all met God |
| Dried mud on the wall, a portrait blessed |
| Peasant-bound in this hole, |
| So I look to the wall |
| And it speaks: «Sun set. |
| Why rest? |
| All fall. |
| We crawl.» |
| But as I begin to decay my bladder spirals out of control |
| And as I soil my cloths these lashings fall as my back begins to mold |
| Contour to the pain that I don’t feel in but outside |
| These tears of stitched lips, I cry out of remorse |
| Eat the bugs I’m fed, |
| Textures of almond brittle |
| Hug the chains that leave hickies on my wrists |
| Link all the decades before this to fake your mind |
| Mud God, come help: «Sun set. |
| Why rest? |
| All fall. |
| We crawl.» |
| Through eyes full of dirt you wouldn’t see much but shit |
| Not true; |
| our hope was lost before all of this |
| Even in my last hours I find my place and think of you |
| These tears of stitched lips, I don’t cry out of remorse |
| I cry for something more… |
| (atoms splitting, callous thickening, bridges burning, paradigms shifting, |
| something’s building) |