Perish Room

歌詞

Everyone's got a story Too sordid to tell. Drifting down esplanades, Summer monsoon swells. He believes in the afterlife, Angels ring in his head. An eldest frame and a Lenin suit, Angels fly in his head. We were gone in the afternoon, He left a note on the door. Yellow fever burial ground, Salvation, your reward. Make the stone encourage him, He speaks not what is right. Without hope or family, A solemn way to die