Текст (слова) песни: Murder By Death - Pillars Of Salt
Our fingers are missing. They litter the ground. Grass will never grow near this town again. The frames on the walls are crooked and empty. These shoulders bend low towards the dirt. I made a deal to get us out of this place, but I am falling apart with each step I take. And as the pieces fall I count them all.
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