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• Artiste: Lorna Shore
• Titre: Oblivion
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Shaking hands with death, a means of fallacy Take all of your regret and fucking bathe in it We only know how to burn the forest, stain the ocean, rip the Earth from its revolution Forcing a path through the ebb and flow of rebirth We feed the curse We've justified the means, paving our way over Setting fire to Asaiah to watch it burn We all deserve 6 feet of dirt separation Beneath the smoldering A never-ending world inflamed Our hands are crimson Stained by the blood, the fucking blood Now there's nowhere left to run What have we done? What have we done? We split the star Fractured the earth Our time has come Oh, what have we done? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all? Where do I begin? We've shaken hands with oblivion A war of attrition An involuntary epidemic suicide Sweet cyanide We cannot yet defy our form We are the locust swarm We are all poisonous, venomous inside The blight of the world's divide We only know eradication So kill the light in me Diminish the sky's reflection so we can finally see This is the war within All this destruction Shake up the world unknown to me We are infernal beings reconditioned for self-destruction Uh Our hands are crimson Stained by the blood, the fucking blood Now there's nowhere left to run What have we done? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all? We can't escape Oblivion What? Oh, what have we done? This obsidian, this oblivion born from our sins Over and over, it echoes inside of me I feel it coming Oblivion Break down the walls of apocalyptic extinction, we exhume We have carved the path of pain Treading the fine line of our destructive nature into oblivion We split the star Fractured the earth Our time has come Oh, what have we done? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all? Fall into oblivion How far will we go until we lose it all?