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Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire

Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Empty. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Leeg.
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Dust in my heart, blood on my hands. Five years I have been penitent. The penitent man finds his peace. These walls have seen my lack of dignity. These

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Leather Hands. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Leer Hande.
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being nailed to a social security number. Living under the trough all I wanted was a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit I want a horse a plow

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Recession. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Resessie.
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every mass grave. When will it end? No one can answer that question. My end in the face of unemployment and every day at the office a battle I'll never

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Piss. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Piss.
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No loyalty among thieves. You drowned me when the levee broke. Inside of my head the dead walk the earth disguised as human garbage asking for their

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Shat Out My Bones. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Gekak Uit my gebeente.
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I see its face when I close my eyes head cocked to the left. Mouth open and unmerciful. Those were my last words. All of them. You swallowed them whole

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Made Of Coal. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Made Of Coal.
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I held your shit in my hands. An entire world of possibilities I don't speak of anymore. A horizon as red as her hair color and as black as her shit

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Teeth & Hair. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Tande en hare.
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A crimson pool dries in the Palms of my hands 1,000 Sleepless nights, 26 Worrisome years i've Bared my teeth And sunk them into the Flesh of my enemy

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Bouquet Of Self Pity. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Boeket van Uitpak.
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choke on gasoline. On the soles of my feet every color of the earth on fire. A world on fire. I inhale the smoke of the earth. Humanity washed in flames. A

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In ...Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Hulle besmeer Shit op hulle vel sodat hulle kon Blend saans.
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their skin so they could blend in at night I can hear them howling. I can feel their footsteps all over my soft spots. Years of degeneration. The hell of a

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Remove The Light. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Verwyder die Lig.
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Larvae for me to choke on. I will find you child on your breast. Choking on my name spitting out the taste of apples in a garden of shit Remove the

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Gold Frankincense And Myrrh. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Gold wierook en mirre.
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You have no pride, no sense of friendship. Thank you for nothing. I regret hearing your word. As false as the priest you condemn. A hand a gun the word

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. I Walked Away From The Human Race. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Ek loop weg van die menslike ras.
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I tear you apart and wear the remains I will never stop because wounds will never stop spreading a great big fucking scab I pick myself apart I have

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Lirieke

Clinging To The Trees Of A Forest Fire. Songs Of Ill Hope And Desperation. Cloven. Klou aan die bome van 'n bosbrand. Songs van swak hoop en wanhoop. Gesplete.
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strength of an iron curtain pulled over my fucking face. The face of justice beaten and raped. Pig blood stains the cross, kill a cop, hang a judge,

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