Days do come and time does pass
Winds do blow what a shattered crust
Tides tumbling your last of love
Sins filling your utmost child
Breath mother of all, breath
Inhale the smoke from the roots of our morden deeds
Endure the depth of holes to ensure our materialistic wealth
Gaze your eye as your blood streams with dirt
Ohh breath, MaMa breath
Spark your fire within, For thine shall see
For despair we conquer as your arms widen our nest
Through ways of adrift, Death can't deliver his quest
Days do come and time does pass
Grateful from thy sympathy, we shall last
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
Days do come and time does pass
Winds do blow what a shattered crust
Tides tumbling your last of love
Sins filling your utmost child
Breath mother of all, breath
Inhale the smoke from the roots of our morden deeds
Endure the depth of holes to ensure our materialistic wealth
Gaze your eye as your blood streams with dirt
Ohh breath, MaMa breath
Spark your fire within, For thine shall see
For despair we conquer as your arms widen our nest
Through ways of adrift, Death can't deliver his quest
Days do come and time does pass
Grateful from thy sympathy, we shall last
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