| Waste |
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| Fragile figure |
| Don’t speak |
| The texture of your words |
| Tortures me |
| Deep blue desert |
| Desperate idea |
| The pleasure of her touch |
| Tortures me |
| Surging blood |
| Boiling streets |
| The pressure of my thoughts |
| Tortures me |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see |
| I won’t accept |
| Except my own ideas |
| It’s a perversity |
| That’s slowly |
| Spiraling down in me |
| Fragile figure |
| I want to make you scream |
| The texture of your cries |
| Pleasures me |
| I can’t see |
| I can’t see |
| I won’t accept |
| Except my own ideas |
| It’s a perversity |
| That’s slowly |
| Spiraling down in me |
| It’s a perversity |
| I don’t know if I care |
Lyrics Waste - Whispering Sons
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Song from the album: Image
Release date:18.10.2018
Song language:English
Record label:S.M.I.L.E
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