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Among Daughters Of The Wet Stones

from PULSATIONS (CRUNCH 183) by PULSATIONS

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A cold stone
Sits by my side
It tells me it’s time to rest and fly
I can not see
If my demise
It’s set for now or I should buy
A ticket for the show
Where your bullet will glow
I failed to abide by the code.

With hindrance I search
For a life like before
A wistful longing
For what I have lost
Fraud in the markets
You sold our love
Gasping and drowning
Between right and wrong

Give me a ticket for the show
Where your bullet will glow
I failed to abide by the code.

I could say more
I could say much more
I could do more
But there’s no time

Oh revenge, sweet desire
Wrap me up in red barbed wire
Dum-dum bullets, a gun is fired
Preaching hate to the choir

This is how they do it:
1, 2 formation
3, 4, occupation
5, 6 damnation
7, 8, here comes the libation
I could do much more
9, 10, deflagration

Look at the remains
Of those who belonged
To a land
Sentenced to cremation

Oh revenge, sweet desire
Wrap me up in red barbed wire
Dum-dum bullets a gun is fired
Preaching hate to the choir

Oh revenge, sweet desire
Wrap me up in red barbed wire
Dum-dum bullets a gun is fired
Preaching hate to the choir

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from PULSATIONS (CRUNCH 183), released August 28, 2020

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