бесп認 oper uns
In the silent soil,
these songs will bury you.
Syllable by syllable,
they'll bury you.
You slip into a state,
at first it felt so great,
so great.
You close your eyes,
your eyes catch sight of you.
Your blood still circulates in spite of you.
You slip into a state.
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