Claymation

man without country -Claymation
Married like the bars and dead your eyes are while it's taking disguise
Don't mistake the deer for the hell eyes
Dribbles like the kreeks as in your skin we need a flare of plastic
Tonight you'll sleep until the lossy live
And since that moonlight requesting shame
There's the claymation
But in the absence of a white fake tale
We started running for a dark sell
Tortured by the taste she craves she wakes a faith it cannot be reshaped
The human versus wild to save her faith
Dribbles like defeat she grabs their teeth and decapitated bodies splits
But she's just more she comes with me
And since that moonlight requesting shame
There's the claymation
But in the absence of a white fake tale
We started running for a dark sell
Hold onto the hell
Hold onto the hell
But in the absence of a white fake tale
We started running for the dark sails