Pressive - In Scent | Текст песни

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• In Scent

Chosing not to call for whom the truth does not belong.
Collecting tears to cause a flood.
I´m killing my supposed lover and showing off her blood.
While grasping my beloved gun.
Was I chosen for this?
Have I spoken to diss?

It´s true.
Amused.
I´ve been inside all this burden.
No clues.
No thoughts.
Regards.
Please tell them that I will sell my soul,
my bones to the unknown.
And my blood.
And my gifts.
My feelings.

Why cant I forget it and ascend to be the one
pointing me a finger who now points at me a gun.
So I might not even talk back.
I don´t know what to do.
All I ever wanted was to be this close to you.
Listening to you.
Show what Im made of.
Stepping into you.
Stepping into you too.
Listening to you.
On the ground to be you.
Wipe me.
Stop me.
Stomp me.
Please do it soon.

Hide alone.
Work for me.
Home to me.
Hide inside.
Feel alive.

Why cant I forget it and ascend to be the one
pointing me a finger who now points at me a gun.
So I might not even talk back.
I don´t know what to do.
All I ever wanted was to be this close to you.
Listening to you.
Show what Im made of.
Stepping into you.
Stepping into you too.
Listening to you.
On the ground to be you.
Wipe me.
Stop me.
Stomp me.
Please do it soon.

Hold my soul.

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