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  • Текст песни Coheed and Cambria - The Willing Well II - From Fear Through the Eyes of Madness

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    What is this that I feel and what is this that I fear?
    In these arms that whored out amongst the worms
    That mate in these fields

    From pressure to pain, I wish to stay awake
    In the measure I test with your love for me
    To shout against these walls with hope that one will break free
    So hear me

    (What is this that you keep selling me, boy?)
    I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out

    Yeah, I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out

    So picture this face and burn it to flake
    To shelter it at home at the fireplace
    And all the memory will fade with the flick of the flame

    So I have a secret that no one should know, that I shouldn't tell
    But of all, but of all the worlds
    This one won't feel, this one just won't leave me well

    (What is this shit you keep selling me, boy?)
    I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out

    I'm not gonna hold your hand here when you walk
    You'll burn in hell while they're digging you out
    You'll burn in hell

    Oh boy, I'm leaving my way back home
    In the press of your back, do you feel the shore swells?
    Oh boy, I'm leaving my way back home

    As father told son in the make of his final escape
    Should all good boys die with God at their side
    At the grace of his gates?

    No, the robot holds none with the mind and a heart to comply
    Then I will disguise and grieve of those dead
    When I'm given the time

    Run, little rabbit
    Go hide in the blades of that grass
    Run, rabbit, run

    Should capture be our earnest fault?
    Breathe up through lust, I'll find your cure
    In there I'll kill, kill
    In there I'll kill, kill, kill

    With your last breath of air
    As the earth comes trembling down
    Would you give her this last night and give up your life

    With your last breath of air
    As the earth comes trembling down
    Would you give her this last night and grab up your life

    No one runs faster than you can
    No one runs faster than you
    No one runs faster than you eat

    No one runs faster than you can
    No one runs faster than you
    No one runs faster than you eat

    No one runs faster than you can
    No one runs faster than you
    No one runs faster than you eat

    No one runs faster than you can
    No one runs faster than you
    No one runs faster than you eat

    No one runs faster than you can
    No one runs faster than you
    No one runs faster than you eat
    Eat

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