trinity fell upon asphyxia derailed, in the rattles of… Open wrist talk back again in the wounded of its skin, they’ll pinprick the witness in ritual contrition. Ruse of metacarpi, caveat emptor.to all that enter here. Transient jet lag ecto mimed bison, this is the haunt of roulette dares. See also: The Mars Volta, entire body of work. ![]() The song is about the band's (Nightwish's) lead singer and how she's (according to them) a bitch, but seriously, "finally the hills are without eyes"? You chose the long road but we’ll be waiting that the gambler lost all he does not have. Still fresh from the red-hot blade of your words It’s not the tree that forsakes the flower You chose the long road, but we'll be waiting ![]() They are tired of painting a dead man's face redīlink your eyes just once and see everything in ruinsĭid we get this far just to feel your hate?ĭid we play to become only pawns in the game?
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