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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Her Bright Skies

A Massacre For The Papers

 

A Massacre For The Papers

(album: Beside Quiet Waters - 2007)


He leads you in without a sound.
But it's the silence that scares you.
And now he's all wrapped around you.
His pulse pressed to the back of your head.

The heartbeat.
The pale skin.
The air is thin.
The panic aching in your bones.
The lights are dim.
This is the fuck of the century.
And you will just smile so happily.

So rent that hotel room.
Rip off that dirty blouse.
Let him inside you.
And when you pull his strings he will pull his gun.
Right to your fucking head.

And with your blood he writes down
All his sins on the walls closing in.
I smell murder on these sheets.

You see people in dark costumes.
And you beg for god to bring good fortune.
Because this world has buried our souls.

This is the fuck of the century.
And you will just smile so happily.

Alarms from parked cars on your street.
I smell murder.
Your workforce.
Your good life.

I smell murder this very day.
This is the fuck of the century.

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