Misanthropic Illness - Clement Flavius | Текст песни

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• Misanthropic Illness
• Clement Flavius

We need proof!

I was surprised
When your eyes
Cut me like ice
Which becoming glass
Which becoming billion little stars
And I wonder my little scars
But you are so far…

So far

I was confused
When you returned
You was like storm
Which becoming war
Which becoming billion Armageddon’s
And I’m a rider on dark horse

Every time we need proof
But you so far

***
From time to time you show me
An another world
Right now I show you my shoulders
Look at my back –
See how it bleeding
You will never taste my inner wine
Every morning when you search me
I’m searching for something fresh
I don’t regret about all would's and whispers
That Was before
I’d rather to be alone
Proud not best friend of lonely life
Come on with me all be alright
I’ll never go with you
I want to live on this earth
Under this sun

Which create
Which create god
And as the grape gives the wine
Word has given his blood

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