Dustynation - A Pleasant Space | Текст песни

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She told me that love couldn’t touch her at all.
A glass wall departs her from winds of our world.
I thought that she used me as she used everyone.
Just to find a pleasant space in her soul…

Countless feelings hides her mask
Covered shouts behind this hush
Pleasant space or unseen grace?
Sunk in thought her deadpan face

In oceans of loneliness
There is no pleasant space for her
Immense the desert of our times
But our moments we can’t share

In the time of overabundance-Suffocating in our room
Descending psychism paralised is baptized in the gloom
Like a flower in our hometown like a bird inside a cage
We are withered and we are fading in our race

A race of disorder
Free fall on a knife
The race of decay
We use to call Life

Packed her heart inside a parchel
Rejected changes underlined
Was the title of her story
And the cancer in her mind

Isolation’s ghost is rubbing its lined and guarded hands
‘Cause the army of the hopeless-far behind us lags
Introversion and enstrangement-Curses of our days
Refusing our vastness-We’re closed inside a fuckin’ case

A Case Full of Nails
A casket of gold
The temple of Deceit
Our Cruel Bloody world…

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