Tekst piosenki 'Love For The Tortured' wykonawcy The Rumour Said Fire

Every, everyone is a sinner
Every human is leaving this room to find a new youth to bare
Or maybe return to their mothers to wear down her chairs
And with a loud noise she will foster your children,
Every mother will bare the flaws of her womb
Or generations are lost and Man will fall to the floor
Like pieces of meat.
All the fruit will fall from our trees and enter the bees

Traces on our skin of death and the seconds burned
Traces on my clothes of the stories I rejected
I can see you in the mirror place where our bodies strife
And our names are torn from the glass and colors collide
And I pierce my hand through your skin like iron through ice

So call me, call me up, I am burning, call me up,
I am dying with energy from the dead waiting to live
All the colors are trap doors inside, piercing holes through my fists
And it’s a real noise coming out of my fingers, coming out of my fingers,
When I touch the ground around your house
And I sense the people inside as they close their lids to fall asleep
And their fruit will fall from their trees and enter the bees

Traces on our skin of death and the seconds burned
Traces on my clothes of the stories I rejected
I can see you in the mirror place where our bodies strife
And our names are torn from the glass and colors collide
And I pierce my hand through your skin like iron through ice

And everyone would sing along if I sang some truth
Every kid would pay attention to the recorder spinning
And as the rumors start to fade I explain:
That everyone is insane

Bit by bit we start to fall apart
Insane
Roaring out the colors of the dead in the ground,
Awaking
Mothers take your children to your hearts
Sinners take me by surprise

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