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Christine Plays Viola - Scattered in the dust (slay with dismay) Darkwave - Post Punk - Gothic Rock

third track extracted from the new single "Leocadia" !! Scattered In The Dust (Slay With Dismay) Every night echo your words pouring rain descends on the pictures in the walls Every day feeling so bored Still unable to drag me from your wind blow Did you know that something would happen? I burn with shame I can hear the flashings in your mind I can see the devil in my eyes Closer to my nightmare claustrophobic shelter from yesterday I can see you walking in the night To break all my conscience (bones) ready to fight I don't oppose resistance I wait for you to slay me with dismay I can hear the flashings in your mind I can see the devil in my eyes Closer to my nightmare claustrophobic shelter from yesterday I can see you walking in the night To break all my conscience (bones) ready to fight I don't oppose resistance I wait for you to slay me with dismay breathe the never never....never never assist with impunity our children rot gloomy kind of water bury our hopes one thousand scales of a snake in a diamond trapped Where once you could see the light of your eyes Now it's just a cold steel crushing your heart Did you know that something would happen? I burn with shame I can hear the flashings in your mind I can see the devil in my eyes Closer to my nightmare claustrophobic shelter from yesterday I can see you walking in the night To break all my conscience (bones) ready to fight I don't oppose resistance I wait for you to slay me with dismay The abomination of the past is reborn and radiates my bare walls A soul silver soaked of the most pernicious hypocrisy proud in the fog scratching the flock of my followers leaving behind an innocence that will no longer visit them Strange days, poor ways Restless heartache Fragments, ruins Damned hearts trade Fade away, your smell Of what we were, pale shell Waves are drowning in the shadow As our names are dust in dead eyes