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Cold Brains (Letra, Escuchar Audio, Videos)
COLD BRAINS, UNMOVED
UNTOUCHED, UNGLUED
ALONE AT LAST
NO THOUGHTS, NO MIND
TO ROT BEHIND
A TRAIL OF DISASTERS
A FINAL CURSE
ABANDONED HEARSE
WE RIDE DISOWNED
CORRODED TO THE BONE
THE FIELDS OF GREEN
ARE BENT, OBSCENE
I LAY UPON THE GRAVEL
A WORM OF HOPE
A HANGMAN'S ROPE
PULLS ME ONE WAY OR THE OTHER
A FINAL CURSE
ABANDONED HEARSE
WE RIDE DISOWNED
CORRODED TO THE BONE
A BIRD OF SONG
IS HEARD NO LONGER
IN THE EVACUATED HEAVENS
THE DRAIN IS DRAWN
AND DRAINED AND GONE
AND ON AND ON, IT DOESN'T MATTER
A FINAL CURSE
ABANDONED HEARSE
WE RIDE DISOWNED
CORRODED TO THE BONE
