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7 марта 24, 03:40

Dmitry MetalLord

Лирика : Minsk : Out Of A Center Which Is Neither Dead Nor Alive : Wisp Of Tow


Life ends as leaves fall. Occams razor strikes again.
Can I dance if I have no soul?
If I go under will you find me cold?
And if I travel to distant lands, would you walk beside me and hold my hand?
Blessed realization.
Blessed consternation.
Suffering from aberration.
Sores ignored panic restored.
Consuming the fruits of our labors.
We are the aberration.




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