Tolstoy

Cold mother
Never even known
To curate
To stomach
War enough for peace

Doubt, doubt, doubt
Doubt, doubt, doubt
Doubt, doubt, doubt
Doubt, doubt, doubt

Come running
Gut it if you wound
Stupid, filthy
'Worm is ever pruned
Wilted, fed up
Oh, we have to fall
Could it help this?
Distant's after-thought

Dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead
Dead, dead, dead

Colder surface
Turn event to frost
Cut off even
Dumbing after all
Forgive, mood hits
Dreary is the fog
Believer's pages
Turning into salt

Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah
Blah, blah, blah

Thankful
Great full
Put infinity
Waiting, forging
Taste of every seed
Dreadful, need full
Draining from the leak
Dirty, broken
Braided in the sin

Old, old, old
Old, old, old
Old, old, old
Old, old, old

Cold-blooded
Nearer-empty though
Carry the stomach
War enough for peace

Damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn
Damn, damn, damn



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Writer(s): Darrell Blalock
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