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Clone Real dream of a magic that doesn't go away no more, that's what we are
The life that you'll want, a clone's winter that comes, a wait that will not return
Every personality disappears
Can you feel your soul screaming? You're everybody's clone
Cashmere you'll be, cover the world so we'll be identic
Distant clones but in symbiosis, we're vain like dawn and sunset
We look for each other wondering that the rest will be corroded and will go away
Searching for the perfection in a replying life
Can your feel your image screaming in your soul? On the face features not yours dance
You're the immovable victim of a superfluous conscience
Liquid is the nature's clone, the necessities aren't emotions but only dry appereances.
Killed Inside
That's not my moment, but only a white clinic... white like heroin...
That's not my moment, but only a white clinic... white like heroin...
That's not my moment, but only a white clinic... white like heroin...In this world no drugs can save you
Pure illusions don't find air, you live in a perfect world,
And you have no sens for it, so run away
You feel your body unarmed and so you drag yourself.
Tired and overwhelmed, for something that it's not lasted
No regrets, they nourish themselves only with hypothesis
No hopes, it's like a bird with no wings and no nest
One thousand mothers are not enough, your alienating state is stronger
And you don't make other that dream a christian suicide because all it's
Over and it will end
No regrets, they nourish themselves only with hypothesis
No hopes, it's like a bird with no wings and no nest
No regrets, it's like dying inside
No hopes, it's like a birds with no wing and no nest
It's not recovered, killed inside
No regrets, they nourish themselves only with hypothesis
No hopes, it's like a bird with no wings and no nest
That's not my moment, but only a white clinic... white like heroin...Lies To AvoidLies to avoid, made of schemes already preset...
There's who would fly until the sun, but like Icaro,
His wings soon are not more than feathers in a drawer.
Lies to avoid, made of schemes already preset...
Yes, we are all there to be what we don't wont
We are not more than microbes of a drop in a world more big than us
Lies to avoid...
Dreams to complete, like a crossing between the furrows...
You want finish this obscene commedy.
Dreams to complete, like a crossing between the furrows...
Yes, you are my brother
You are my dream
Already you are my lies
Yes, we are all there to be what we don't wont
We are not more than microbes of a drop in a world more big than us
Like a crossing between the furrows...
3:41 PM
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