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• Artiste: Plague Bringer
• Titre: Shadows of Black Habit
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I've got my secrets, got my addictions, my thin glass veil of dirty predilections. I'm trying to sleep with the room on fire, seems my closet arsonist found the matches again. Live wake to slumber, you'll end up on your shell kicking the clouds from the sky. It will keep you far away, your dark cancer. The hidden flaws of coping, your dead dancer. The hardened jaws of growing, slave to your master. The ardent maws and howling of your gnashing disaster. We will kill this old friend tonight. Flensing each other as the sun skins the sky. Tangle-touching skeletons in a night of no end. Shadow-fondling our mingled flesh as the severed habits ascend. It will keep you far away, your dark cancer. The hidden flaws of coping, your dead dancer. The hardened jaws of growing. The ardent maws and howling of your sprawling crawling gnashing disaster. We're caged in the shadows like profit tigers awaiting escape. Mirror-kissing yesterday's wound with self-reflected disgust, like ipecac kisses in a dream of brown shadows and broken teeth. My hat's off to this amputation. Here we stand, fleshless in the shadows of black habit.