Lyrics Cold Repeater - Replacire

Cold Repeater

Resource
Precision
There is nothing in the glove when the sun shakes
Hypochondriac love
Steeds are returning fast
Look far but show up last
Who is the practicer?
Recharge the option
Die for yourself
For yourself
For yourself
For yourself
For yourself
For yourself
For yourself
In the wake of nothing
In the next deep cut
Falling out of skin drops
The edge is blunt
Future ornamental, plastic lullabies
It’s the concrete texture that’s never dry
What you’ve barely written upon your sleeve
What you hold beside you, still it pleas
Many a death have we played chess on boiling floors
Who’s the witness?
Let him birth us once more
Reeks of commitment
Wrench in the receiver’s plan
Pulling the black recoil
Substance containment
Drink
Atrophy
Atrophy
Atrophy
Uphill bleed
Uphill bleed
Uphill bleed
Uphill bleed
Upside down cracked stone
Never reborn, we consolidate crusted nightmares
For the ones that we remember
For the bastards we have fathered
Prosthetic ocean of salty sighs
Gods have delusions even without eyes
Flip creation over, stab it once or twice
Laughing through the exit
Crying’s not nice
Trash stained whirlpool
Glass brained girl
Look behind you, Cold Repeater
Where’s your instinct?
The cryptic feeling of life is upon the steps that lead to available fear
Breaking every mirror, still pretending to care
Are you certain your hands are new?
Immortal bodies are few
Desolation, it stinks of man
Creep around the filter
Awaken to something
Harvest
Draining every source
Sanguine windows
Something old approaches
Creases form in metal walls
We can’t wait for hatred to crawl inside you
Coughed up riddle seized by dying words
Protruding guilt finds the next world
Flung up shuttle hacked by the absurd
Misunderstood spine in the dirt
For what it’s worth, you felt the hurt
Look behind you, Cold Repeater
Where’s your instinct?
You should feed it
Look behind you, Cold Repeater
Where’s your instinct?
You might need it