NAVICON TORTURE TECHNOLOGIES - SELF-CONTEMPT AS AN OCCUPATION | Текст песни

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THE SEPARATION OF US. WARNING SIGNS
DOOMED FROM THE START, EVOLUTIONARY CHAINS BROKEN, POSSIBILITIES ERASED.
BITTERNESS RISES TO THE FORE.
AGAIN IN SOLITUDE DESTROYING MY NEUROLOGICAL PATHWAYS
WALKING AWAY BACKWARDS I TRIPPED ON THE CONCRETE AND SANG TO MYSELF WORDS OF SELF-CONTEMPT
TEARS ARE A MEMORY IT'S ONLY A PANG OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN WHILE IT CRUMBLES BETWEEN MY TOES
'YOU'LL BE GOOD, CUZ YOU'RE ALWAYS GOOD'
WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN, HE ASKS CONFUSED AND WALKS AWAY FROM HIMSELF
DREAMING OF HER TIGHT SKIN BETWEEN HIS FINGERTIPS WHISPERING HIS INTENTIONS, 'TO MAKE YOU MY POSSESSION' HE FOOLISHLY ADMITS THIS KNOWING IT'S IMPOSSIBLE, THE WILD CREATURE CAN NEVER BE TAMED AND THE TRAGEDY IS TO TAME IT OR EVEN ATTEMPT WOULD BE A CRIME AGAINST NATURE
TAKE YOUR REVENGE ON ME, EVERLASTING NIGHT SKIES DROWNING IN GASHED LIPS THE COLOUR OF DEATH THE FLAVOUR OF DREAMS THIS IS THE STUFF OF HOPELESS ROMANCE POWER DRIPS AWAY IN PRECIOUS INCREMENTS LIKE SEMEN TRAILING DOWN FROM BETWEEN THE LEGS OF SOMEONE YOU RUINED


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