Отсутствует (исполнитель: Неизвестен)
How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue? How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fuse? Avulsion limps its spurs, in the pinches of my earth The dust I kick of animus shatters Recorded on my reels of tape, the trauma stops my flow And in your suppression tastes sulfur Hear the children say Tear of mended sails How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue? How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fuse? As if suddenly your avalanche Reverses my polarity, and secretly... {I know [bad word] Sunday morning {You'll be} standing at the pulpit to an empty room Hear the children say Tear of mended sails How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the mountains of avarice turn blue? How long must I wait How long must I wait Til the moleskin I pick [bad word] fuse? The drowning water you drank passed on by birth I’m no longer willing to give you control. Water you drank passed on by birth I’m no longer willing to give you control.