V/A - Gregor Samsa - Pride And Guilt

The man took the field, leather against the grass
White angel flew to the small white chapel on the hill

Pride!
Pride and guilt

The sun was hot like a thousand depe brown eyes
I said, "You can't feed me to the wolves when I die"
They laughed and we all smiled

Pride!
Pride and guilt

A man and his woman in a coffin of lies, of lies

Pride!
Pride and guilt

Of lies, of lies, of lies...

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