Текст песни The Moth Gatherer - The Womb, The Woe, The Woman

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Floating in an endless crimson ocean Through three seasons I was hidden away Sheltered by skin and love Maternal instincts kept me safe until everything caught flames It's not the alcohol that kills It's my heart, that broken thing Head below water and a bottle of pills The blood explodes in a circular ring It's amazing what you can find When you let go of your soul and skin A life in the stream, warm and kind The words of rebirth echoes within A goddess, divinity in blood Ascended, released into the wild Left me behind in this dying world Nothing was to be as beautiful again Through the hollow cities I drag myself With her love etched into my chest

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