Mòn - Forest of Cigarettes - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Mòn - Forest of Cigarettes lyrics

Artist: Mòn

album: Zama

Miles of concrete, hollowed mounts
Under our naked feet
Droves of begins with no eyes
We can't see them crying
In a sea of styrofoam
Let us take a bath
In this forest of cigarettes
Here let's have our war
Now we see our world
That's full of wounds that
That we made with our knives
And we forgot 'em
A sea of leafless flowers
... are coming up
Straight from the deepest roots
From the holes we left
Hair is made of oil
And eyes are made of glass
And mouth is made of gold
And lungs are made of wax
Hearts're not even made, then
Hair is turning black
... turning black
... turning black
... turning black
Everything's turning black
Now we see the world
That's full of wounds that
That we made with our knives
And we forgot 'em
A sea of leafless flowers
... are coming up
Straight from the deepest roots
From the holes we left
Now we see the world
We know the wounds it has
We know the wounds it has
We know the wounds it
A sea of leafless flowers
... are coming up
... coming up
... coming up
... coming up

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