Paroles de An Antiquated Bluff
What is that of will that of inspiration where is your will where is your inspiration what inspiration?Who gave the diagnosis when comes the promise of a metamorphosis what metamorphosis?
It's all rebirth or regurgitate activist or activate infect infest inspect
(such a view of things I can't see quite a view for a head with no eyes a million miles from somewhere and I can see the track marks on your pride this kiss vicious with this fission from the hardwired react neverending never began rethink your voice as a force to distract there is no art there is only consent intact in fact extinct)
either way you're still dead inside breathing is trivial when you're dead inside and I'm shining flashlights in my face to keep the glimmer in my eyes and you're all still dead inside you can talk talk talk talk your wise talk of rebuilt lives the construction workers are out on strike is there anyone left trying just content in an existence worth simply dying well we're dying it's rebirth as regurgitate activist is to activate inspect infest then infect.
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