Navicon Torture Technologies - Mind Is A Prison | Текст песни

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• Navicon Torture Technologies
• Mind Is A Prison

bludgeon me to remove this, the way it is, the way it needs to be
your space grows cold
as the scent on my sheets dissipates
the time it takes to breathe in and out
forgotten and left behind to become dull memories finally burned out
fingertips
outstretched across thousands of miles
winter
winter becomes spring
memory becomes video