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• Artiste: Luxt
• Titre: Burn
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It is deceit, it's made of lies It is the key to your demise So late it comes, to realize The tastes and feelings you despise Burn, the space in your veins never learns The signs having shown will return Too late to act so concerned... It's dead and gone, yet so eternal Blessed, tempting and infernal Seeping outside through internal In your eyes I see it... Burn, the space in your veins never learns The signs having shown will return Too late to act so concerned Now you're just food for worms It's price is right, it's time is now It's pulling, pushing you down. It's everything you've never found It's hesitation, it is doubt It's made of heaven, made of love It's a reflection from above It's all of this, but not enough It's god's unresistable... Bluff, the space in your veins never learns The signs having shown will return Too late to act so concerned Now you're just food for worms The space in my head that I made back when I was dead Is now approaching the horizon like a fetus through the after birth And now decisions left up to my discretion Bring the future further forward and the possible true This blood creation from the mental indignation That had sprouted from the lack of understanding the lost And the choices that so frighten all the fools as fingers tighten On the throat of clueless masses bring my soul to a buzz And living with this longing searching words But falling short of a description or procession to untieable knots So focus anger into passion And obsession to create is the sensation that I will Forever, feel it burn...