Ships Burning - Demo 2

poxa, vamo almoçar!

The naked heart is a sight to dread
Gnarling, darling
In a bed of red
It knows no care
but to be fed

It leaves things to die...
It leaves things to die...

The naked brain, such a sorry sight
Writhing in pain
Writing about its plight
It knows no rest
But the last

It leaves things to die...
It leaves things to die...

Why, my love, does the naked heart
Smell like an abattoir?
And if you get close by my side
You will know...
Careful now
Slippery road
Gain of trust
Loss of control

It leaves things to die...

buyer beware

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