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RECOGNATION - REVELATION - RESTORATION(talking to yourself)
Hey, mother fucker look straight in my eyes
They are the mirror of your disguise
You are on a strange immovable run
I am your bullet, you're my liable gun
You're my ego drowning in a lake of blood
I sense your smile in the veins of my arm
All I can hear is your constant lies
An apocalypse echo in black phony skies
You say it's my fault and it seems to be true
In front of an inner fight I always withdrew
I baptized you in a dark angel's firing hell
I made you crawl like a whore of a brothel
While looking up for some divine shines
I kept you sleepless for countless nights
I used to irrigate you with an expensive habit
You turned me into a fuckin' unconscious addict
You told me then, there's no other choice
For my depression there would be no rejoice
For our suffering there's no solution
nor time for mind revolution
You're so talented in making me a puppet
Persuasion is your weapon...a breast blaze is its cartridge
And the -so called- relief after, is your reward
though, it falls off as we're growing old
Manipulated to justify my own mistakes
you've been convincing me I don't have what it takes
FUCKING COWARD! We've reached a dead end!
A bizarre consequence of being inert..
I'm so tired lifting your secret remorse burden
wherever I tried to burry you, the place became barren
I wish I could erase your cubit line
I wish you could get rid of this ugly side of mine
But we're convicted to tolerate each other
Don't blame God or our dead drunk mother
We're trapped inside a magic lamp made of medals,
prizes by my receptors for my obedience
I said I was sorry I screwed up , my poor self..
But you should feel lucky we haven't dropped dead
So why do you keep torturing me and complain?
Once you said 'I won't put you again through this pain'!
Well, now it's time to choose a way
it's time to seize and live each day
For how much longer will you flinch?
Get on a cloud
Built walls around
And don't forget...I rule YOU, BITCH!
They are the mirror of your disguise
You are on a strange immovable run
I am your bullet, you're my liable gun
You're my ego drowning in a lake of blood
I sense your smile in the veins of my arm
All I can hear is your constant lies
An apocalypse echo in black phony skies
You say it's my fault and it seems to be true
In front of an inner fight I always withdrew
I baptized you in a dark angel's firing hell
I made you crawl like a whore of a brothel
While looking up for some divine shines
I kept you sleepless for countless nights
I used to irrigate you with an expensive habit
You turned me into a fuckin' unconscious addict
You told me then, there's no other choice
For my depression there would be no rejoice
For our suffering there's no solution
nor time for mind revolution
You're so talented in making me a puppet
Persuasion is your weapon...a breast blaze is its cartridge
And the -so called- relief after, is your reward
though, it falls off as we're growing old
Manipulated to justify my own mistakes
you've been convincing me I don't have what it takes
FUCKING COWARD! We've reached a dead end!
A bizarre consequence of being inert..
I'm so tired lifting your secret remorse burden
wherever I tried to burry you, the place became barren
I wish I could erase your cubit line
I wish you could get rid of this ugly side of mine
But we're convicted to tolerate each other
Don't blame God or our dead drunk mother
We're trapped inside a magic lamp made of medals,
prizes by my receptors for my obedience
I said I was sorry I screwed up , my poor self..
But you should feel lucky we haven't dropped dead
So why do you keep torturing me and complain?
Once you said 'I won't put you again through this pain'!
Well, now it's time to choose a way
it's time to seize and live each day
For how much longer will you flinch?
Get on a cloud
Built walls around
And don't forget...I rule YOU, BITCH!
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