Claymation-Man Without Country

[ti:Claymation] [ar:Man Without Country] [al:Entropy Pt. I] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Claymation - Man Without Country [00:31.93]Married like the bars and dead your eyes are while it's taking disguise [00:38.78] [00:39.89]Don't mistake the deer for the hell eyes [00:43.97] [00:48.05]Dribbles like the kreeks as in your skin we need a flare of plastic [00:55.34] [00:56.28]Tonight you'll sleep until the lossy live [00:59.62] [01:05.16]And since that moonlight requesting shame [01:08.58] [01:10.18]There's the claymation [01:12.16] [01:13.22]But in the absence of a white fake tale [01:16.03] [01:17.22]We started running for a dark sell [01:19.52] [01:20.86]Tortured by the taste she craves she wakes a faith it cannot be reshaped [01:28.03] [01:28.96]The human versus wild to save her faith [01:33.17] [01:37.33]Dribbles like defeat she grabs their teeth and decapitated bodies splits [01:45.03] [01:45.55]But she's just more she comes with me [01:49.36] [01:54.42]And since that moonlight requesting shame [01:57.63] [02:00.07]There's the claymation [02:02.81]But in the absence of a white fake tale [02:06.80]We started running for a dark sell [02:09.19] [02:56.87]Hold onto the hell [02:59.34] [03:13.37]Hold onto the hell [03:15.85] [03:16.60]But in the absence of a white fake tale [03:18.82] [03:20.14]We started running for the dark sails