Salome - Terminal | Текст песни

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My mind circulates
Thoughts of passing
Discolored and dry
Terrified

Bled of connection
Voiceless
Dejected
Without definition

I'll be no one
To obliterate the mind's invention

I'll surrender to mouthing affirmations
Helpless in my own severance
Eaten up by my own thoughts

Dangerous in my ignorance
Deep in my dead revolving dream

Mourning my body
Dull and frail

I'll be no one

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