Kall - Museum Of Past Affections | Текст песни

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• Museum Of Past Affections

I stare out the window,
everything is so bleak

Old wounds, unclean dusty wounds
I shall repress it all

Sterile, distant buildings,
a thousand endless fucking streets,
roads to the last unwilling breath

Memories and melancholy,
despair and depression
The endless hall of omission
Fuck this, I don't care

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