Paroles de The Decline

My garden is quiet The dead are alive They're hurting for feeling Their heads touch the ceiling The glass is all broken The landscape is wasted The passion devoured It's nearly the hour The sky is collapsing The walls are so tall The ground is all twisted I'm eating my sister The colour is reddening I can't go to bed again I saw you flicker on a picture I saw you attacking a man In Vietnam The hour of decline