Black Propaganda - Cynic Apnea | Текст песни

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Eat... stuff yourself with food while I'm dying inside
to extinguish our race for improving an unrepairable damage
a single unforeseeable action can give the way to precise conscious movements
I could bet on it
a tribute to madness
a powerful beacon enlightens my isolation

squashed inside an anvil entangled with doubts
I chew my truth and only appreciate my gesture
I relied in a better come out
a room crowded with bodies of unknown faces, searching and praising inadequacy

there's still someone who believes in reproduction
a dull epoch that has no future
deaf and proud I answer to your questions
I had expected it better

nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat
a phobia followed by paranoia

feeding their insomnia they make the best out of vitality loss
it exhausts all hopes
amaze me with your inconsistent hero
a creepy one spoilt and whiny wants to teach me how to live

there's still someone who believes in reproduction
a dull epoch that has no future
deaf and proud I answer to your questions
I had expected it better

nailed down to the ground back to the wall I can smell skins stinking of your sweat
a phobia followed by paranoia
always hunted