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• Artiste: Thrice
• Titre: Blur
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The shutter opens but never closes, I am waylaid, in light trails. Endless moments, overlaid and burned across A melee of scattered braille. This image is a night-terror transforming Without the hope of morning. My nemesis, I feel it coming for me, and it means to destroy me. Why does this keep happening? I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one. Hieroglyphic, indecipherable, opaque; the meaning escapes me. Dry and lidless, are my eyes. Asleep, awake - reading the slurred debris. This image is a night-terror transforming Without the hope of morning. My nemesis, I feel it coming for me, and it means to destroy me. Why does this keep happening? I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into.. Why does this keep happening? I try to close my eyes but I can't blink And the world keeps moving on, black and white blur into one.