The Rust That I Feed Songtext
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The Rust That I Feed Songtext
Like Apollinaire - with soft words,
I though, what I overcarres you...
But I′ve wrapped around my hand
Barbed wire - bloody, long...
And even so I took my boots off
I was smelling of my thoughts
Thoughts crooked like a any dick
Thoughts like rainy, heavy clouds...
And Benedict's strong fist
Hanging over sleepy head
I was looking in his eyes
Can he hear your swan-song?
Let the night carry your singing
Up your ears! it is worth!
Let Amadeus turns in his grave
Let him curse - it′s not his note...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The man who carried the Christ
He's got a knife in his hand
When he will mature - he'll strike
You know, I know - I deserve
The night carry your song
Up your ears - it is worth!
Julius turns in his grave
Let him curse - that′s not his words...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words...
I though, what I overcarres you...
But I′ve wrapped around my hand
Barbed wire - bloody, long...
And even so I took my boots off
I was smelling of my thoughts
Thoughts crooked like a any dick
Thoughts like rainy, heavy clouds...
And Benedict's strong fist
Hanging over sleepy head
I was looking in his eyes
Can he hear your swan-song?
Let the night carry your singing
Up your ears! it is worth!
Let Amadeus turns in his grave
Let him curse - it′s not his note...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The man who carried the Christ
He's got a knife in his hand
When he will mature - he'll strike
You know, I know - I deserve
The night carry your song
Up your ears - it is worth!
Julius turns in his grave
Let him curse - that′s not his words...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words...
Writer(s): Tomasz Pukacki, Maciej Starosta, Dariusz Piotr Popowicz, Tomasz Piotr Mendyk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com