Shotgun Blast — текст песни (Fleurety)





he`s got a whip-scarred centerfold
in the trunk of his car
pocket full of spices
to go with the sore
it`s he who`s got
the crania and the remnants
what would he have done
if suffocation wasn`t portable
pages of the memory
torn out disappeared
as did the severed limbs

buckshots conflagrated the arteries
in a 210 bpm cardiac march
a carcass of alcohol enraptures
in a 60/40 combustion/evaporation

[Maniac: voice]
[Tore Ylvisaker: computer]
[Per Amund Solberg: bass]
[A. Nordgaren: guitars]
[S. E. Hatlevik: synth & drums]



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