The rust that I feed
Like Apollinaire - with soft words,
I though, what I overcarres you...
But I've wrapped around my hand
Barbed wire - bloody, long...
And even so I took my boots off
I was smelling of my thoughts
Thoughts crooked like a any dick
Thoughts like rainy, heavy clouds...
And Benedict's strong fist
Hanging over sleepy head
I was looking in his eyes
Can he hear your swan-song?
Let the night carry your singing
Up your ears! it is worth!
Let Amadeus turns in his grave
Let him curse - it's not his note...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The man who carried the Christ
He's got a knife in his hand
When he will mature - he'll strike
You know, I know - I deserve
The night carry your song
Up your ears - it is worth!
Julius turns in his grave
Let him curse - that's not his words...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words...
I though, what I overcarres you...
But I've wrapped around my hand
Barbed wire - bloody, long...
And even so I took my boots off
I was smelling of my thoughts
Thoughts crooked like a any dick
Thoughts like rainy, heavy clouds...
And Benedict's strong fist
Hanging over sleepy head
I was looking in his eyes
Can he hear your swan-song?
Let the night carry your singing
Up your ears! it is worth!
Let Amadeus turns in his grave
Let him curse - it's not his note...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The man who carried the Christ
He's got a knife in his hand
When he will mature - he'll strike
You know, I know - I deserve
The night carry your song
Up your ears - it is worth!
Julius turns in his grave
Let him curse - that's not his words...
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words
The rust that I feed, that I grow
Resistant for any words...
Credits
Writer(s): Tomasz Pukacki, Maciej Starosta, Dariusz Piotr Popowicz, Tomasz Piotr Mendyk
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Live Przystanek Woodstock 2014 & Pol'and'Rock Festival 2019 (feat. Ania Brachaczek, Czesław Mozil, Yankiel, Vogg, Juliusz Starosta, Perła, Lipa & Drak)
- Another Brick in the Wall - Single
- Me
- Nie, nie, nie
- P.E.E.P. Show
- Acidofilia
- 25 Cents For a Riff
- La part du diable
- Fishdick Zwei - The Dick Is Rising Again
- Vile Vicious Vision
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