| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish
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| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish
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| Eternally pay my respects to those who possess our ancient breath
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| Behaviour unbalanced
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| We continue to seek these unknown pleasures through all too familiar angles
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| Passage is never passive
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| I inhabit this prose
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| These concepts grown off every fibre
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| Too exhausted by these times to ever be tired
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| A regenerative fire
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| Ignited by a cocktail of desire
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| We hear through words as orphans
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| No time for preposterous posturing
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| Recognition usually comes posthumous
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| I’m pessimistic of all these doe-eyed optimists
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| Perhaps they’ll vibe to this
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| But I’m quite sure core remains elusive
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| Labour’s fruit becomes putrid
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| Scrolls presented and dreams became lucid
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| Layers to these phonetics street music
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| I encourage your own conclusions
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| Consume consciousness like oxygen mixed up from cold fusion
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| Constance exponentially profuse
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| Ain’t much left to prove, man
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| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish
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| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish
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| This unease I feel as if there are others closer than brothers distant
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| Regrets are somewhat instant
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| Envision relief snatched by saved thieves
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| I’ve known little peace
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| Pace nocturnal
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| Rhythms remain eternal
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| The warmth of the sun is felt at such rare intervals
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| Bathe in the radiant truth from cherished individuals
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| Humble to share this precious breath
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| But carry this life shrouded in certain death
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| I revel particularly in the most vile
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| The anguish of existence is fitting
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| It’s the truly mundane that makes me smile
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| That infantile smile
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| So pure without pretext
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| Lost concepts connect, primal
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| I find these harmonics vital
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| Volatile thirst is unearthed from the depths of this flesh
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| Formed words express emotions built for millennia
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| Time travel cranium
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| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish
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| All a balance
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| We lost language
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| These arms brandish
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| In pure anguish
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| Till we all vanish |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Anguish , by - Mats Gustafsson. Song from the album Anguish, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп