Wits End - Lullaby | Текст песни

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Concurrent dreams
Intertwined and not making any point
No reason, no logic
Like a far distant hum

Empty handed, no grieves
No worries, no shame

Ruptured iconography and patron saint
Ancient tales and balubalus
Lullay, my liking, my dear son
No harm can be done
Lilith, begone!

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