Out of the way there is a quiet place
Where there' s no skin to scar
And there' s no time to waste
Full of emptiness I cannot touch the bottom
Lines on her face falling in her autumn
With her while she withers
Away
In a mangel-wurzel for the cattle
Washing for the battle hymn to hurry up
And hold on
Slaughter is to you a manicure her nails
On impaled palms
Springing out of this flesh stirs a life at the bottom
With her while she withers
Away
With her while she withers
Away
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