Nazca - Antiseptic | Текст песни

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these tears impurity will cleanse me from myself
disinfectant aggravation falling upon myself
excreting the bad blood pulsing in myself
wringe this sponge and recollect
falling upon myself

gravity still holding me a footstep from myself
cause and consequence is giving an excuse for myself
antiseptic alcohol for a grip on myself
the sponge is pulsing feverish
falling upon myself

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