Mothers of the Black Veil


Many are the themes of your history in which you would have preferred not to have part
You can hear the buzzing of a fly
The sweet coming and going of your breath
The beating of your heart and the blood circulating
The only true sounds you realize you've ever known
The beating of your heart and the blood circulating
The only true sounds you realize you've ever known
I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs
I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil
I ask myself the sense of this sadness
No one answers to my silent questions
I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs
I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil
I ask myself the sense of this sadness
No one answers to my silent questions
But a sad truth appears from their red and wet eyes: they knew.
... and I was the only one that didn't want to understand.
I drag myself up the stairs with my dying legs
I hear the mourning of the mothers of the black veil
Many are the themes of your history in which you would have preferred not to have part
You can hear the buzzing of a fly
The sweet coming and going of your breath
The beating of your heart and the blood circulating
The only true sounds you realize you've ever known
... and I was the only one that didn't want to understand.
I have a devastated and a frightening complexion
My eyes are tired
I realize I have searched in the wrong places
I made several steps before I surrender
A cold hand touches my shoulder and I realize that my search has ended

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