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• Artiste: Strung Out
• Titre: Demons
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You build my churches with the bones of skeletons and fire You're a modern day catastrophe Weaponized in style Bury this In the machinery of time All the nations that I burn cry out in streets of fire Calibrated visions in my mind Here we rise We fall In grey we fade away Nothing burns like freedom when we got nothing to say And do you know who are Show me something more than scars In ceremonies of all this wasted time We are nothing more than Spirits in decline Resurrected deities are nailed to your floor Like the skin of your profession I am an amputee of war My heart and mind won't reconcile these distances of time At the bottom of the sea Everything I own takes me farther from my home The ocean at my feet wants me to drown My Gods are all around me Just don't let em think I know And I'm appetite like the heroin of love Cross sections of the human mind Fortify the beats within There's no more room left underground You can't afford the cage you're in Demons of Los Angeles