BINARY - Minimalism | Текст песни

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I am the curator of this museum
And no one out, and no one in
I find peace of mind in symmetry
Of all the chill you seems aback
off me

And I say
You give me shapes to relocate
You give me faces lost and straight

I’m wearing a mask made of skin
It helps me in law felt to fit in
I find peace of mind in violence
I’m hearing voices in this silence

And I say
You give me shapes to relocate
You give me faces oh so straight

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