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"It doesn't matter what you do, as soon as you do it with Passion.."

Say

Congratulations on the mess you made of things

I'm trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings

And oxidation is the compromise you own

But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones, say


You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds

Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds

But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead, say


This is beginning to feel

Like the long winded blues of the never

This is beginning to feel

Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke


Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture

And blowing the crows to smoke

Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken

And shoving their souls to ghost


Eternalised, objectified

You set your sights so high

But this is beginning to feel

Like the bolt busted loose from the lever


Never mind, death professor

Your structure's fine, my dust is better

Your victim flies so high

All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next


Love is life, my love is better

Your victim flies so high

Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next


Your shocks are fine, my struts are better

Your fiction flies so high

Y'all could use a doctor who's sick, who's next?


Electrified, my love is better

It's crystallized, so am I

All could be the diamond fused with who's next


This is beginning to feel

Like the dawn of the loser forever

Dai un voto:
Sguardo fisso nel vuoto
Le tre tombe

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