Wimp - NOVA | Текст песни

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The blackout...The Soft Machine...
The unquenchable thirst...
The unquenchable thirst of substances...

A word perishes... A figure perishes...
Will you serve to the lead-pink sunset?

A word is a virus... God is a scent...
The metallic mechanism...
Minds are under the control.
My name is Dust...The gleaming smile...
The aching spine...
I am waiting here for the explosion...

This ticket has exploded...
The beauty. The sinfulness. The miasma...
The war of the sick, cold Sun...
Everything is dying in convulsions...

To the lost!

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