Текст песни Textures - Sanguine Draws The Oath

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Turning away from everything that is near Trying to fill the void that appears so clear Could I see it coming - consuming all of me It is time to decide - this is right where I stand Could I just read the rhymes until I feel nothing more Then it tends to be so easily - I will fade These nerve-stretching seizures - phlegmatic to the physics A desecration to the intellect They are preaching their aesthetics Waiting for this moment to redirect the pain To make the forecast be compromising for Parading int his pitch-black vulturous scene I will break The oath of all restraint Dream, before the time arrives The earth will awake - anxious state of mind Leaving this body motionless Turning black once more - the eyes are wide open "The great black yonder Is pelting icicles upon my nerves I melt them to rain The water that flows out of the horizon A clammy sensation of my persistence" Casting the hunger for neurotic seizures Serving the syndrome Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness Feeding the illusion Despair is my own generous gesture to death Turning away from everything that is near Trying to fill the void that appears so clear A seismic shock, unleashing revolution Shedding skin, down drift exclamations Hypnagogic state, endless lucid dreaming Perpetual sleep, as we share the conclusion of Shedding the anger of everlasting darkness Feeding the illusion

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