Текст песни Stealing Axion - BFS9

Текст:

The synapses pulse Distorting ideas of true imitation Creations repulse Enforcing the feeling that's always impeding Intrepid, yet undecided Incoherent scrawls across this page We break away exploring surroundings, so sick of expounding With no delay We refine this process, this rhythmic abscess fails This infection's a perfection Pull away from this rejection Birth inside resolving the weakness Silence the inner demon Draining the thoughts away Crawling along the line Fearing the worst again Feigning the hope to try Persistent word Eclipses failure Repeating time Can cause the change But in the end, the emptiness remains My words start disappearing from the page No matter how much I try to remember It never comes back, I'm forced to surrender The mystery, this absence of memory There must be something out there that can aid me Why have I built these walls? This nightmare has become my downfall

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