Tekst piosenki
And in poor seconds
The filthy figures surrounding
Become obstacles
Smell of acid thoughts
Intoxicated eyes, madly
Are you searching for the obscure calm
But the partial blindness doesn’t relieve
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide
Memories contribute to mental fall
My skin refuses to feel
Hide my mind from the desire
Of wound, deep wound
I drag between a liquid grey and the hole
Intoxicated eyes, madly
Are you searching for the obscure calm
But the partial blindness doesn’t relieve
And viscid words are shoves to the fury
My hostile guide
Memories contribute to mental fall
My skin refuses to feel
Hide my mind from the desire
Of wound, deep wound
No way
By now, there’s no way
And I spit on these ruins
What silliness
What silliness
What silliness
Quiet
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