Death of an Illusion Lyrics – Real Clothes

*sound of people crying and screaming while klaxons go off*
No
The concept of rest
Doesn’t feel quite like dreaming

And by the fates
You aren’t breathing
My Son of Sam
And in the land of the living

I breathe in your portend
A blackbird is less important
Than the nightmare that time will forget
And in the land of the living

I breathe
Why?
*sound of a person jogging, birds and the footsteps are heard*
*sound of people crying and screaming while klaxons go off*

*sound of a person jogging, birds and the footsteps are heard*
Please!
A blackbird is less important
Than the nightmare that time will

For—
*sound of people crying and screaming while klaxons go off*
I’m sorry
In the land of the living

I breathe in your portend
Goodbye
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Real Clothes Lyrics – Death of an Illusion

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Death of an Illusion