Yattering - ...an Inanimate lyrics

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Yattering - ...an Inanimate lyrics

An inanimate Blood - red spot Awakes curiobity Of the crowd pa**ing by Still warm pieces of A short life Bits of human flesh Deprived of shape Reached by fate Enhances common fear Of the crowd pa**ing by It's fate breathes deep It's fate witers nearby Smoking and coughing Biting nails He may recognize Half - dried drops of blood And a smell The exciting fragrance Of broken innocence The tuth's endangered So off he goes With a tear in his eye And the same Question - why? Slowly he dissapears Among the indifferent crowd Pa**ing by...