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Vertical/Rot
04:11
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Keep in mind that, I’m a dead end
No more tears and no more fears
Every fuckin' frame is unfillable
I’m rotting away
I feel the pressure
No more feelings to share
All I need is hate
No more worries
No more, things to care of
No more regrets
Fuck that day, I won’t complain
Like a dead weight, this is my fate
Do you feel the pressure?
No way to think what I was before
Blurry vision of my past
A Blurry vision of my past
A Blurry vision of, my fuckin future!
A blurry vision to get rid of
Fuck
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2. |
Slower
01:42
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Fragments
Have been created
My being has split
Looking for a way out, of all this shit
Everyday’s the same
Singled out for blame
I don’t know how to behave
Your life is a shame
Your fuckin’ life
Counting the days
I have left
Is this my fault If you feel a blank page?
What’s the real meaning?
You’re overwhelming
Overband over
My world gets slower
A deadly shiver runs through my back
Over and over
I’m falling lower, now
Why do we suffer?
A bad impression is my transgression
Don’t take care about me
Over and over, my world gets slower
I’m always falling lower
Why do we suffer?
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3. |
Aesthetic Death
02:03
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Aesthetic death
I want to leave this world
Have you ever seen the other side?
Swallow your pride, you can’t hide
Everyone is living with fear
Trembling hands define my future
Undecided, I’m a wave that will collide
Marked for life by insecurity on my side
Fuck that shit, I don’t get it
Swept away, all of the reasons no longer exist
All turns grey, as if I had never felt anything
Anything
Fuck
I’m rotting away, away and away
I’m feeling nothing, nothing
Swept away
All turns grey
No more feelings, no more meaning
Swept away, all turns grey
Looking for a meaning
Why do we have to lie?
No more feelings, no more meaning
Aestethic death
No more fuckin’ pain
Rotting away
Have you ever felt like a dead weight?
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Pissed
02:26
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Everything that you said
Pissed me off, feed my hate
I can’t get rid of that
Piece of shit you’re dead
I have nothing to say, stay fuckin’ away
I hope you get lost, fuck you
You worthless piece of shit
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing
Fuck you
You mean nothing
You worthless piece of shit you mean nothing to me.
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