The Hawk, The Butcher, The Killer Of Beauties-Chris Connelly

[ti:The Hawk, The Butcher, The Killer Of Beauties] [ar:Chris Connelly] [al:Whiplash Boychild] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Hawk, The Butcher, The Killer Of Beauties - Chris Connelly [00:26.75]If you were praying for an early eclipse [00:29.22] [00:30.22]To fold the greed within the spectrum-shift [00:32.49] [00:35.15]The gaping misfortune in the drain of disdain [00:38.03] [00:39.53]White out the night if we reach home again [00:41.45] [00:52.06]The hawker indicates magnificate fear [00:55.19] [00:56.90]Too cold for comfort in the hate-mosphere [00:59.36] [01:01.52]I knelt down beside her melting heart and hell [01:04.99] [01:06.20]Too drunken to see where her faithlessness fell [01:09.31] [01:15.08]The mixed in beliefs again [01:16.44] [01:19.00]Betrayal in heat again [01:20.30] [01:22.34]A need to release in the comfort [01:24.75]Of sideway shadows [01:25.66] [01:27.74]All playing at cutting the creeps in two [01:29.94] [01:48.27]She is only the tenth to remind me [01:50.79] [01:52.76]A deafening slant on the desperate man [01:56.35] [02:01.52]Carousel movements in anti-terrain [02:04.13] [02:06.10]Blow holes between the legs of her shame [02:09.19] [02:24.91]The murderer passed as a magus [02:27.60] [02:29.49]Hiding for fear that his guild disappears [02:32.96] [02:34.75]Alone is the butcher in surrogate stains [02:37.22] [02:39.38]Breaking his back to reach home again