Claymation

man without country -Claymation

Married like the bars and dead your eyes are while it's taking disguise

Don't mistake the deer for the hell eyes

Dribbles like the kreeks as in your skin we need a flare of plastic

Tonight you'll sleep until the lossy live

And since that moonlight requesting shame

There's the claymation

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for a dark sell

Tortured by the taste she craves she wakes a faith it cannot be reshaped

The human versus wild to save her faith

Dribbles like defeat she grabs their teeth and decapitated bodies splits

But she's just more she comes with me

And since that moonlight requesting shame

There's the claymation

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for a dark sell

Hold onto the hell

Hold onto the hell

But in the absence of a white fake tale

We started running for the dark sails