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ACROPOLIS
INSIDE ROAR
ACROPOLIS
You can't do anything with a clean slate,
you can also water the fire with it.
Don't look for what's right or left, there's only mud.
You don't notice what people say to you
you don't feel the one who greets you.
Can't you see what's going on around you
or maybe you don't want to.?
What's black is pink to you
what smells is probably attractive. eh
bass: input
aaaah
Lightning bolts from the sky
aaaah
the Acropolis riots.
aaaah
I don't eat, I don't sleep
aaaah
I'll wait, with my carriage. At the gates.
The salt you put in my wounds
I still want to stand behind you.
The eyes you pour sand into
I will open and my prophecy will be fulfilled. ACROPOLIS.
x times until lost
aaaah
Lightning bolts from the sky
aaaah
the Acropolis riots.
aaaah
I don't eat, I don't sleep
aaaah
I'll wait, with my carriage. At the gates.
ACROPOLIS
You can't do anything with a clean slate,
you can also water the fire with it.
Don't look for what's right or left, there's only mud.
You don't notice what people say to you
you don't feel the one who greets you.
Can't you see what's going on around you
or maybe you don't want to.?
What's black is pink to you
what smells is probably attractive. eh
bass: input
aaaah
Lightning bolts from the sky
aaaah
the Acropolis riots.
aaaah
I don't eat, I don't sleep
aaaah
I'll wait, with my carriage. At the gates.
The salt you put in my wounds
I still want to stand behind you.
The eyes you pour sand into
I will open and my prophecy will be fulfilled. ACROPOLIS.
x times until lost
aaaah
Lightning bolts from the sky
aaaah
the Acropolis riots.
aaaah
I don't eat, I don't sleep
aaaah
I'll wait, with my carriage. At the gates.
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