Juna - A Decade In Salt | Текст песни

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• Juna
• A Decade In Salt

You really made a mess of things,
Really made a mess of me,
Crafted over time,
These messes of men.
How could you think,
It was all your own?
Arrogant and alone.
You were crafted over time,
A mess of a man.

Christ!
Let me out,
Christ,
Let me out,
Confined to this,
I’m nothing more
A whimper,
How can I defy this?

Eyes rolled back,
Is this it?
Shake and sweat, finished,
Such weak things.
I’m not,
Not dealing very well,
A defter hand, an ink well,
You’re skin and bones,
(skin and bones)
Glass and parchment,
Such a weak thing.
In these weak hands,
Weak hands.

Let me out,
Christ,
Confined to this,
I’m nothing more
A whimper,
How can I defy this?

My vacant eyes,
And yours are nothing but lids.
Is this what I am?
Afraid to confront myself,
In your still hands,
Still hands.