слова песни Night In Gales - Blades To Laughter
if blades were laughter
each nail a smile
my scissorsmouth
would spit the soil
for words of napalm
none below
for hymenmurmur's
poisonshow
if blades were laughter
each knife ten teeth
i'd dye the words i breathe
all black
if blades were laughter
each pile a grin
my starscumwords