Necrotic Mutation - The Mask Of Lunacy | Текст песни

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Fragmentation of the personality
Diffraction of the concious self
A myriad of deviant identities
Resides in my being, denatured chrysalis

Living like a puppet, who's pulling the strings?
Impermanent state of lucidity
Spiritual eclipse comes to its zenith
No, not again, psychotic failure

The mask of linacy... I put on...

Primitive instinct inhibited mt throughts
If you're found here tonight, you'll be found here tomorrow
Dead...
Killing to appease I've retreived my peace of mind
(But for how long)
Rising from oblivion, feeling strange sensations
Images blind my vision, two hands, a cry, a neck
Is this reality or just my fantasy?
But what is all this blood doing on my hands?

NO...

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