1. |
stitched
04:18
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stomachaches:
rotten memories of how it used to be
ego's deteriorating knowledge
cut my skin
fill it with ecstasy
(i'm too tired to let it go)
allowed control over my synapsis
everlasting empathy
dynamite in my braincells
create and destroy, falling in love with the void
I'll never be able to tell you how much I hate my self
how much does it takes to the slipknot to be around my neck
puking my poison
burning stomach
acid and corrosive melody
like the love you haven't for me
I walk away in ecstasy
in my desease
I find my peace
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2. |
no exit
04:41
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the lady's on the floor
ribbons in her hair
needles between her fingers
we should help her
(to hide is a tricky art)
she smells like sadness
she tastes like defeat
we're so addicted to her
the feeling of her needles
in our skin
the lady's always gone
embrancing her lost side
we walk
we walk in the world with no explanation
she carved her name on a tree
narcisistic skeleton
with all the ribbons and her tears
we left her on the floor
as our love pasts away
like the seasons we hate
she carved her name on a tree
the lady is on the floor
needles between her fingers
we shouldn't help her
we walk in this world with no explanation
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3. |
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con scalpitante gioia
alzo gli occhi al cielo
e grido:
venite a prendermi
distruggerò le vostre navicelle con lunghi aghi affilati
penetrerò i vostri mediocri circuiti
chi sei tu, per disattivare le sinapsi degli angeli?
percepisco le urla
di madri ignoranti, cariche di carne
bambocci saltellanti
ridono
di lei nessuna traccia
schiavitù perpetua
espelli la paresi sinaptica
idolatra il nulla
ogni luogo è
un luogo potenzialmente di morte
nello stesso posto dove ho creato il tuo mondo
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4. |
5.13
05:14
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they're coming back
dragging me down
tying me
the damage's done
once broken, never as before
they're coming back
screaming in the (dephts of my mind)
looking for gaps
to penetrate my organs
poisoning my waters
choking me to death
everyday
but you can't see them
dancing on my skull, you can't smell them
peeing on my fire
I'm exhausted
no hope is allowed
demons always win (shhhhh)
they're coming back
dragging me down
tying me
the damage is done
they're coming back
screaming in the dephts of my mind
dancing on my skull, you can't smell them
peeing on my fire
I'm exhausted
no hope is allowed
demons always win (shhhhh)
they're coming back
demons always win
screaming in the dephts of my mind
looking for gaps to penetrate my organs
poisoning my water
choking me to death
everyday
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5. |
de notre
03:51
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on the corner of the frame, I wait for agony to end
scratching my skin over the hill
drenched by all my wars
and all the saints under the sea
another day with my crooked spine, my loss is pure
enabled by design
from the sadness we bear and all the blood we bled
from all my wars, it's always worse
collapsing seasons of electrostatic magnificence
[and all the saints drowning in the sea
and all the saints burning in the sea
and all the saints laughing in the sea
and all the saints crying in the sea
by all my wars
it's always worse]
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6. |
la paresse
02:11
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7. |
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on the corner of the frame, I wait for agony to end
scratching my skin over the hill
drenched by all my wars
and all the saints under the sea
another day with my crooked spine, my loss is pure
enabled by design
from the sadness we bear and all the blood we bled
from all my wars, it's always worse
collapsing seasons of electrostatic magnificence
[and all the saints drowning in the sea
and all the saints burning in the sea
and all the saints laughing in the sea
and all the saints crying in the sea
by all my wars
it's always worse]
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8. |
de notre_NREC remix
04:53
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9. |
STITCHED_ Ray-X REMIX
05:46
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10. |
de notre (oddity) remix
06:36
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