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Omnium Gatherum - Writhen Lyrics

"To get out of smell of mould,
to get back on your feet again -
let every god have his day" -
and again the leather is black as i lie on fragments of glass,
more broke than ever -
no more ti amo -
trying not to hate the guts we all have -
'cause i got the guts and i feel the guilt -
now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek -
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen -
and who swore not to let it out in here just to see
the boots rot away in one's feet -
so better ring the bell of whoredom if it wants to ring,
or just forget all perverse offerings -
the writhing stays the same even if you got the guts
and you feel the guilt -
now we still hate it when we play the part of the greek -
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen -
minne sattuu ihmiseen -
vanhaa suolaa siihen haavaan joka vuotaa edelleen