Letra de Lapochka

How long must I wait Till the mountains of avarice turn blue How long must I wait Till the moleskin I pick becomes fuse Avulsion limps its spurs in the pinches of my earth The dust I kick of anima shatters Recorded on my reels of tape the trauma stops my flow And in your suppression tastes sulfur Hear the children say Tear of mended sails How long must I wait Till the mountains of avarice turn blue How long must I wait Till the moleskin I pick becomes fuse As if suddenly your avalanche Reverses my polarity And secretly I know that come Sunday morning You'll be standing at the pulpit to an empty room Hear the children say Tear of mended sails How long must I wait Till the mountains of avarice turn blue How long must I wait Till the moleskin I pick becomes fuse The drowning water You drank Passed on by birth I’m no longer willing to give you control