Letra de Score From Augusta

Ahahh. . . Ahahh. . . the room wallpaper the pages of your letters which you once said wrestle with the bodies that wash like unchained rivers against your shore an army is waiting the secret places that gently twist around your bed the south will be spared bullets flying fast from her eyes with that we're fine, Ahahh. . . Ahahh. . . we etch our names in candles they're heart shaped and they flicker inside our chests the ghost of our brothers and tales which are hidden much like ours a brother's fight in a holy field where the new loves come and their old loves go and they just wilt like Spanish moths with dew in their eyes tears for our lord and for the ones he spares when he passed away its off off off with their heads, and whores he loves and the lepers he claims that he can cure cannot compete with the human summer days that we would share.