The Palindrome Sequence - Hostages Cannot Escape Fast Enough | Текст песни

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Platonically, just platonically.
Dispossed of all kinds of equipments.
From this time forth we can divide and conquer unless you dont want more fuel to fire.
Van Gogh has sent his other ear too, because she deserves it as an unsofisticated gold.
Don’t you know where is my spine?
I am a contortionist who’s good for only one thing, to wipe up the floor with him.
It’s too late to beg for mercy after she has turned her thumb down on the spectator’s terrace.
An unblindfolded execution without the chance to say our last word.
By tomorrow clocks won’t tick the rhythm of seconds.
Where butterflies flew there and back a long time ago, now demons declare war against us.
Release the fucking hatred, motherfucker!
Dispose the halo above your head, pluck out the feathers from your wings, then spread the blackest plauge above this city on the blackest friday.
How many times do we need to realize, we dont row in the same boat?
Let the incohate song remains, unsung.
Let the frequent questions remain, unanswered.
And where I put my trust in you, let it be untrustworthy.
Feeding to nihilism, staying on a constant point till our beard is grown.
Even a bite of bread can't go through my throat because her lack is choking me.
Wasting time to wait for that ship, haven's light does not call back, it rather let it lost in the fog.
What if i say, my acts were not in vain?
It doesnt matter how long you mind on the next step, at the end the king will get checkmate by the queen.

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