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• Artiste: Alkaloid
• Titre: Carbon Phrases
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Thoughts are slowly moving on Unseen where they're coming from In disguise feelings' tension moves - Strings to be pulled by intuition Changing words takes precious time Until great sense and suspense find in line To be perfect Be the architect To protect your realm of dreams I am condemned to see things in youth Kindness as matter, conceiving the truth Like a spider in its web I'm waiting for a muse A kiss to be abused So call me, reason, tell me your name! Set me out of my mind! Foresee the treason combining each frame Shaping the perfect design Find me all season cold in my grave I am the father of time Feed the horror that keep my veins alive, To unwind the perfect line And once you feed the fire My will is set ablaze Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand Carbon phrases take all their ways to find you A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart Carbon lines fill space to create the perfect stream The Poet's dreams are flowing in it, incomplete So call me, reason, tell me your name! For I'm the father of time Find me all season cold in my grave Setting my mind to unwind the perfect line My creation Through you my youth unholds its fire Ideas reveal in semantic spirals, concealed You can read between the lines What you'll find is grace At the bottom of humankind And once you feed the fire My will is set ablaze Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees Pulls me under in quick sand, makes me understand Feed the fire My will's set ablaze Strings of thoughts move towards my consciousness Prosaic cynic's disease makes me crawl on my knees Pulls me down with her hand, makes me understand Carbon phrases take all their ways to find you A phrase of love I'm afraid can't be shaped without heart Carbon lines fill space to create the perfect stream The Poet's dreams are flowing in it, incomplete Creating you...