Michael Pitt "Death To Birth"
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AmMade too many of 'em,
Emtoo little, too lay,
Fmshould I lie under,
Gmstill in the door, or walk around again? a furt dokola

One last song I'll write, why don't get along
my eyes feel lonely why don't they shine?

I find the film of a cell,
as I touch my tears
smells the taste, full of waste
but feel the others and smother each other
then let them plucker the cell sugar sweat weather,
goes through our trees, swims through our seas, flies to the last gasp left
on this earth.

It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth
It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth
It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth
Oh, it's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ... birth

Should I die again?
should I die around
the pounds of matter wailing from space?

I know I'll never know
until I come face to faith
with my own ... cold ... dead face !

Oh ... in my own withered case !

YOU ... are with me, with me, lonely, alone, alone and ... I lay
I'm a mourning you !

Ready for a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth
It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ...
It's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to birth !
Oh, it's a long ... lonely journey ... from death to ... birth !