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i wait till they take us
02:30
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i feel like a fanfic
about DSM-5
i will laugh so hard
when i'll hear the scythe
i feel missing brackets
within my code
i've ate the fruit
on which you will choke
don't make me worship ancient ai
don't make me chase that bitter high
i still believe in curse from beyond
i still feel the cut through my fuckin throat
don't make me worship ancient ai
don't make me chase that bitter high
i want to be the nail that broke Bardo meat grinder
i want to cut good and to never find her
i staple great fifteenth to front of my skull
i'd rip off my eyelids to never feel dull
im not relatable im not impressed
i reopen the wound each time i get dressed
compressed are my senses from day of defenselessness
i wait till they take us
i wait till they take us
i wait till they take us
i wait till they take us
i feel like a fanfic
about DSM-5
i will laugh so hard
when i'll hear the scythe
i feel missing brackets
within my code
i've ate the fruit
on which you will choke
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tentacles
02:18
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thousand tentacles on the bottom of the ocean
sacrificial altar, better cut me larger portion
you all drowning under waves and you can blame my notion
i don't like clean shit, all i do is distortion
nothing is sacred when you saw the greater game
i deserve the gold don't care about the fame
i'll dumb myself cause it's all so boring
i live twelve thousand years older siblings still snoring
i live twelve thousand years older siblings still snoring
you look to me like carrion
so you better pile on
speed changed color of my phone
something rotten in your tone
wanna break you to last bone
my wishlist just start to come
fuck your feelings
fuck your money
fuck your drip
give me your soul
thousand tentacles on the bottom of the ocean
sacrificial altar better cut me larger portion
you all drowning under waves and you can blame my notion
i don't like clean shit, all i do is distortion
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i once saw a face in a cloud of smoke
it told me its my fault
i will fuckin puke
in every pot of gold
i saw their flesh unfold
my story still untold
my spit is boiling hot
i don't want to hear the voice that's telling me to stop
silver glowing surfing board to slide on a sinusoid
no.7 chariot and my blade for melting cold
i accept the flood today, guardian angel come and play
i will say too much again but there's no other way
there is no other way
let's accelerate decay
straightened spine and salted wound
i will penetrate the moon
i don't fear decay except one from the boredom
let's dive into madness
let's dive into whoredome
my main quality
is my fuckin disorder
i want to set fire
on this established order
coin for Charon
cruise through last border
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4. |
choke eon
01:36
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i went through seven sees for every spark of joy
i'm spitting out data all i hear is my choke
my calling was heard but digested and smeared
like all of this rot that you want to be near
connected to the clockwork, rest of me peeled
everything is starving, there is no ship to steer
my fucking spine
electric eel
i'm filled with it but I can't feel it
i'm filled with it but I can't feel it
angles tying up in impossible way
i killed someone with my exhale
deep inside the cave, i saw myself in a coffin
if persistence is all then i have nothing
falling from a star and burning with disdain
stand in front of a mirror and whisper my name, ey
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5. |
jumping screen
02:22
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fuck a half
give me two
strobe light second pill
feed my need for overkill
half blur half feel
on blackout i feel real
drugged like a terminal
sight is almost gone
born old never young
oobe on n2o
wanna wake up on the floor
wanna feel my neurons throb
wanna spit on every god
and forget that i've been caught
in this fuckin set of those fucking circles
i feel real
self destruct to fuckin brim
jumping screen on ketamine
feed my need for overkill
i will break the first seal
fuck a half give me two
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loose fingernails
02:54
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i feel lumps under my skin
it's impossible to care
slimy voices from the sky
telling me i have to stay
curve from negative to zero
my lung remembers kilos
i have holes in my face
and they are screaming waste of space
turn me on with your disgrace
i see a red light glowing
from cracks in my flesh
i hear my own howling
like its someone else
teethmarks in my brain
are longing for praise
my loose fingernails
i forgot the taste
the only one
who deserved my hate
is screaming at me now
from inside of my head
in his default state
i feel so cold
i always been old
i refuse to believe
it was all foretold
i feel lumps under my skin
it's impossible to care
slimy voices from the sky
telling me i have to stay
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oldmold Kraków, Poland
vanity project fueled by mental disorders, uncanny substances and esoteric hooliganism
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