Song | Harvest at Dawn (Enter Fertility) |
Artist | Circle of Dead Children |
Album | Human Harvest |
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Everything around me shrinks and expands | |
Memories compacted | |
Fantasies extracted | |
Suspend me from the floor and push the ceiling nearer | |
This is just a reenactment of the thoughts projected from your eyes | |
The faces and names are not real | |
Only the tears, blood and glass are authentic | |
We link hands and dreams to become the map of the damned | |
Found a wound across my ribs, soft and fresh as a ballet shoe | |
To finger and feed | |
Memories flaccid | |
Fantasies reenacted | |
Finger and feed |