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• Artiste: Have A Nice Life
• Titre: Burial Society
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I close my eyes a better man Or imagine that I can imagine such a thing And it goes on and on and on like that Project myself into the air, and float in a weightless night It’s better than sitting heavy backed, sending waves of anxious hate into the street, trying to shut down the stop lights It isn't real, but it feels real It isn't real, but it feels real As I crane my neck to the emptiness (better than knowing nothing at all) I feel in my chest (I know I know myself) Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up Because I’ll never know I’m weak again, stay inside, hate everything. Well, hey, that’s our lot. But I’m already inside out Cut my wrists, slit my throat, take this body and string it up And I’ll never hear what you said, because I’ll be fucking dead by then (Grazie a Madda per questo testo)