Testi:
The Absence The Murder

of storms within That whip and rip the stead, joined at the head Dying to make ready for the deliverance to the land The swarming devourers, the murder

a way to ease the pain I'm sorry, so sorry. the absence of you becomes numbing and I'm ready to take this for the absence of love becomes murder and I

bitch, Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch Got your sister hostage {girl screaming} You got my green if not, I lost it I'm leavin a corpse absence

of the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black and young MURDER

the slums And the voice eased out of the drums The sirens through their ears, they sung MURDER! Telephone wire, sneakers hung MURDER! For the Black and young MURDER

boss bitch Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence

with your own voice Idle threats to hide regrets Excuses serve to bide the time Cover tracks, double back We summon silence so divine Greeted with a thundering absence

volume had been hidden well, but now it had been freed For no apparent reason had the woman been drawn in Perhaps it was a twist of fate, an absence

birth of her firstborn but no lodgings were found So, wrapped in strips of cloth, the child was placed in an animal feeding trough In the absence of