I, Apparatus - Bipolaroid | Текст песни

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It is nothing//if you don't have something//to hold onto//like your death//to all mankind//state of mind//Don't call this attempt at nihilism//anything close to conformity//it is far from love my brother//it's fratricide//Pure fratricide you chose//I can do this on my own//And if I chose to be alone I'll do it on my own//Torn from the pages of counter-cultures//I am the one//We got to be more accepting//Regardless of what you say it's fratricide//in the end I must decide//The spirit that you speak of cannot be the king of kings//I'm spiritually agnostic//I'm just sorting out some things and it's fucking sad//this fratricide that you chose//it's fucking sad//Dear brother let me sort out some of these things//your crushing my lungs//Dear brother let me sort out some of these things//please just let me breath.

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