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• Artiste: Evil Adam
• Titre: Unusual Thought Patterns
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I know my place. The human race is a disgrace, please save me. I hate our ways, how we betray, to much dismay, and we're empty. But I think that there's a way now, To end our time as mindless fools. I think i can show our world how, As long as we destroy all our rules. The empty shade, the mind forbade. A place alone, the air i craved. The languid folds of unused brain, the mind i hold, an unclean stain. I try and fail, and no remorse, For falling far and from the course, I think its time, I know it's not. I trade the fresh in for the rot. We hold are laws, we grip our cause, we have no balls. Please grow some. We think we're all, But soon we'll fall, who will we call, when that time comes. But I think that there's a way now, put faith in only what you know. Open your eyes to the new now, you'll just reap what your mind will sow. The empty shade, the mind forbade. A place alone, the air i craved. The languid folds of unused brain, the mind i hold, an unclean stain. I try and fail, and no remorse, For falling far and from the course, I think its time, I know it's not. I trade the fresh in for the rot. I hate the time, I hate your mind,I hate whats mine, Is that so wrong? I choose my own, I'm not a drone, I stand alone. Why play along? Idividual minds are free. What is wrong with who we chose to be? You can't accept my real mind, I cant accept conforming to my kind. The empty shade, the mind forbade. A place alone, the air i craved. The languid folds of unused brain, the mind i hold, an unclean stain. I try and fail, and no remorse, For falling far and from the course, I think its time, I know it's not. I trade the fresh in for the rot