| The distortion of laws and times send morals to black holes
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| Riding on a razor’s edge between live and death
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| The cold blade of consciousness deeply bite within my flesh
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| Asperger microcosm with confined flesh walls
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| May the tornado of lost souls wrap my putrid shell
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| And blow me to another place and another dirt
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| Flashes to flashes… dirt to dirt… drink the wine of denial
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| The dust of time let place to bitter senility
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| The powder to my face, this poison to my veins
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| Nothing remains but sick remorse
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| Rotting alone in disgrace with disgust as only friend
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| Wandering in a cold void, the nomad of my soul
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| An age of confusion
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| The nomad of my soul…
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| The universe of my mind absorbs human notions
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| The distortion of laws and times send morals to black holes
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| Tomorrow will be worse, everlasting borderline, the black venom feeds my cold
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| pump
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| Poisoning my essence as the wine of plague, my karma is blackening within my
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| veins
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| Melancholic child who never found the light
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| Eyes full of tears
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| Yesterday seems it will last forever
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| Hope is dead
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| Nothing is all around
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| Abstraction of my feelings
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| Cure is a lost illusion
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| Healing will never come
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| The cosmos inside my brain distorts laws of time and space, some remembrances
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| violently come back to the surface
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| Blur nebula’s of the past explode from an ethylic mist, to give birth to a
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| marvelous tumor, a star has died
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| But as soon you’re coming nearer you can see the acid truth that burns your
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| eyes as a mysticism is no more
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| Hate me for what i am, love me for what i’ll never be
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| I’m yours you know as long as you belong to me
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| Drinking my words, feeling it fine as your cunt brain opens for me,
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| the sperms that stain your face is mine
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| And you ask for another song motherfucker, forget anything you learnt,
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| another world is coming, oh i know it’s not with me
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| Have a bitter time
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| Voices to my head call me down
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| Evil in my flesh guide me through the night
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| In a universe of mist, what could be my thoughts
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| Alcohol as a fuel that keeps my corpse warm enough for those to see,
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| art has become my own decay in a world where they vainly build
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| On what’d already ruins for me
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| I know who I am…
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| Neurotic galaxies, chemical nebula’s, the cosmos is just my brain,
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| my soul is the center of my autist universe
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| Big bang in my soul, tornadoes in my head, I wished it was the last just as it
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| began
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| Misery as a vocation, ethilic gates opens for me, yelling my agony to the night,
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| hell as a promised deal
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| Nests of flies peeling my eyes, alcohol blurs my vision, colder everything is
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| now, he’s coming to take me |