Текст и слова песни In Flames – Gyroscope
Geology is digging through my brain
a manta engulfing the world
to throw it up once again
to a guild of lifted daggers
Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures
A diabolical sequence of stabs
written in cunning stones
from the fossilised den of thieves
our lives die
Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures
I see the nursing all-mother
spitting out a trail of termites
in the mouth of her first-born hope
breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion
Apathy dressed in violence
white insectoid legs
curse her lips and the mouth
a manta engulfing the world
to throw it up once again
to a guild of lifted daggers
Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures
A diabolical sequence of stabs
written in cunning stones
from the fossilised den of thieves
our lives die
Neo-wolf, but older again
than the Lupus itself
linked its fur to the gyroscope of time
a collection of failures
I see the nursing all-mother
spitting out a trail of termites
in the mouth of her first-born hope
breasts ripe with smog-filled rebellion
Apathy dressed in violence
white insectoid legs
curse her lips and the mouth
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