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• Artiste: Manufacturer's Pride
• Titre: My Becoming
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My mind is folded in finest silks wrought of disease and perversion Visions of excitement I see require utmost aversion No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides While my hand is stayed my imagination works it's own renditions The stage is set all props erect, strip the figure of concession No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason For a split second I'm almost drowned in sheer volition For this time, for a while harnessed fire inside Enmity intensified, exceeding it's own design Degradation as emotion, demanding devotion Increasing inflammation Bending my back to kneel before it Forcing me into servitude No law, no man made edict can stand in the way of my becoming Notwithstanding, on the verge of breaking out of my confides The waves of madness hit hard on the shores of reason For a split second I'm almost drowned in sheer volition The darkness falls, leaving a false twilight of hope With no remorse at the final hour I let go