Make Them Suffer - Dead Plains

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Above these fallow plains of salt and wires
Form the droplets that would land and dehydrate the soil
And so sounds the song, with howls and shrieking;
A gift from this earth’s keeper, uncontrollably weeping
And I’m thinking that she must’ve forgotten where she left me last
And it’s starting to become a real problem, when I’m living in the
Dead Plains. It’s a paradox
Dead Plains. Her tears turn to salt
Dead Plains. Now she cries for her friend, but it’s the sadness in her heart in
which she’s grown to depend
Life is slipping, and it’s starting to feel as if oxygen is thinning
There goes the sound from where the clouds are
So block your ears because her song is getting louder
I guess she’s getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure
But she’s left me in the
Dead Plains. It’s a paradox
Dead Plains. Now her tears turn to salt
Dead Plains. Now she cries for her friend, but it’s the sadness in her heart in
which she’s grown to depend
And I’m thinking that she must’ve forgotten where she left me last
I guess she’s getting closer, maybe she wanted some closure
Maybe she wanted some
But she’ll never let me out
No, she’ll never let me out
Help somebody, anybody? Anybody?
No, she’ll never let me out
Guess I’m stuck living in the Dead Plains