Anathema Lyrics – THUS LOVE

Push me down beyond the reach of your plastic paper lens
Cut me out, confide in those that disregard and condemn
Say it loud, down to the hands of those still suffering
Spit and shout in the face of your oppressive government

You don’t see this sentimental, aerodynamic, secret part of me
You don’t see this sacramental anxious worn-out
Push me down, I’ll start again with what I have left to give
Is it wrong to view myself as being so invalid?

Moving on, excrescence to a body of phosphorus
Capture now the lessons of the autonomous
You don’t see this sentimental, aerodynamic, secret part of me
You don’t see this sacramental anxious worn-out
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THUS LOVE Lyrics – Anathema

THUS LOVE

Anathema