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Catfish
And so you stare into the abyss
To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip
'Cause you were born to be a catfish
Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist
Before I saturate my sorrow
I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame
To trace the footsteps I once followed
We're distant chromosomes that live in the same vein
Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
Now I'm laying on your waterboard
Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
So don't expect a curtain call
And when you dragged me to the gallows
Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys
The clouds concealed us in their shadows
Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity
Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
Now I'm laying on your waterboard
Go throw your money at a dead horse
Keep up the masquerade
Your beaten track lead me to a closed door
So don't expect a curtain call
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Hey guys, love the song/all of your music. Any chance of getting the name of that female vocalist by chance?
Fuck, I love this song.
This has got to be one of my favorite songs. Amazing. Love it. The sound is so perfect.
Beautiful song.
Beautiful
very very beutiful
@illoxide: <3
do you belieeev?
Bella ;)
Ah a shoegazer band