Jason A Branyan - Bloody Knuckles | Текст песни

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Control. Heartbroken Calligraphy Lips moving wordlessly beware the bold creation spree the multitude that we set free. Our attempts at immortality are drowning in narcissism, day-dreamed smoke subscribes to what could be leaving existence to what?
Blackened and shriveled up memories and Bloody Knuckles. Reflect on what's forgotten: Half-Lives behind stained glasses. Radiant light a mere illusion. Half-Lives behind stained glasses . All this to distract from confusion. And it seems we found the fountain of youth as it resides inside a fountain pen. More ink preserved as we create brand new canopic jars and pour ourselves within.
Requiem for sense of Grace image of self has been displaced nothing quite satisfies brush your teeth and then go die. Anyway lost and never found it must have been profound. Let's raise a toast to misery as it appears it is all we have left. I love you now and forever apologies don't do it justice however. Tourette's: my second language. Death threat corner pocket.
Praise automated control. Lost degradation our soul.
We praise the automated control. We're lost contribute to the degradation of our soul.
Down the rabbit hole again.
Why must it always be in each town or city that I dwell in the park, some white guy teaching martial arts? I do not understand at all not that that is necessary crisis awaiting us all unless we keep out blinders on.

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