Wimp - The Black Music | Текст песни

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The viscous space hits the eyes and lungs.
The cold of depths charms and ruins us.

The art of dissolution. The art of being indivisible.

The black music spills from the cut throat
with millions of stars, scars, death wars.
The death wars. The black music.

The coition of souls. The purge of a filthy mind.
The powerful energy and the light of insight.

The art of dissolution. The art of being indivisible.

The black music spills from the cut throat
with millions of stars, scars, death wars.

The giant wave drags us into the raw nothing,
moaning and moaning.
Welcome to the homicide-party.


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