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• Artiste: Death Angel
• Titre: Succubus
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Exactly what do you hear When I open my mouth? All forms of communication Always seem to go south And walking on eggshells... It's never been my style The smallest step forward with you Is like a miracle mile Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit They make you look so vile The fact the past is the one thing you cling to You live a life of denial No way to sink in, no way to break out It forced me back on track And now I've seen the real you I'm never coming back Your perpetual life of illusion You claim to be so free Truth is the attention you long for It drained the life out of me Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit They make you look so vile The fact the past is the one thing you cling to You live a life of denial No way to sink in, no way to break out It forced me back on track And now I've seen the real you I'm never coming back So now I close the book And re-open these eyes Stand up! I brush off the dirt From a ride that I despised Your sudden bursts of illogical bullshit They make you look so vile The fact the past is the one thing you cling to You live a life of denial No way to sink in, no way to break out It forced me back on track And now I've seen the real you I'm never coming back