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Finding feathers in my extended handHearing my heart defend its planI'll fuck off from this festival of fiendsAnd harrow Hell 'til all of my friends are freeShe led me inside the sarcophagusAnd begged me not to forget usShe fed me beneath the metal mountainAnd left me by the night surroundedWe know, we know what happened to deathBut I don't have to say whyWe know, we know what happened to deathBut I don't have to say whyFinding feathers in my extended handHearing my heart defend its planI'll fuck off from this festival of fiendsAnd harrow Hell 'til all of my friends are freeWe know, we know what happened to deathBut I don't have to say whyWe know, we know what happened to deathBut I don't have to say why From Letras Mania