Testo di The Great Release

A slip of tongue These words fall like an avalanche And I won't be ignored My lungs expire The water's getting deeper and I can't hold in my breath. So hear me now This distance is quite simply too much To take in at once. My lungs expire The water's getting deeper and I can't hold in my breath. Malice on your breath Your trembling hands speak of severed ties In a language that not even God could divide. So lay your weary, burdened head upon my side. Sleep will bring you close to God. It will bring you close. Swallow them down, it burns like fire Your words are the devil's machine. Keep your breath, you're leaking lies Wait now on approaching sleep. The death of day, the great release. Where words cannot breed like disease From lepers' rotting hands and feet. Swallow them down, it burns like fire. Your words are the devil's machine Keep your breath, you're leaking lies Like the cracks in the teeth of the beast Swallow them down, it burns like fire. Your words are the devil's machine. So watch closer now as I slip and I swallow my tongue.