Tomorrowillbeworse - Aesthetics of Discouragement | Текст песни

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We are alone,we cannot know neither be known.
Trapped in a confined space
which should protect me
but i can't move
nor breathe.

I alone, I know
The psychic abortion I’ve become
The mental homeless
Escaping to all the memories trapped in these walls
I alone, I know
This lump in my throat
These punches to my stomach
In my coldest summer ever

Haunted by the hate
Haunted by the thought that
I allowed you too much tolerance
I need to think of you everyday
to not find you in the memories slowly
remember your presence
Until the thought will be gradually cover by a layer of slime
and so,I hope,you.

There is a time for abandon
There is a time for leaving the old path leading always to the same destination
In these walls are trapped the corpses of yesterday’s lost life
Everything I failed to do
Everything you had to be
I’m playing on a stage with lights out

Now you’re gone
And with you all that poisoned life
I alone, I know
That the stomach to hit will no longer be mine
I alone, I know
Just the punches will be min

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