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• Artiste: Statues Cry Bleeding
• Titre: Seven Theories
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I saw your face fade Sunday paper, face, shredded mache So few stand, awe of you, and rip me apart again I don't feel this, I can't see this Placing the gun in my hand I deliver a message of freedom instead Dead, they're all dead! Dead, dead we're all dead! Dead, dead they're all dead! Dead, dead, fault of remission, it fucked up your mind In your head, the colder I said, Somebody screams "Now close your eyes!" Well maybe they're right. . . Now did you seem So evenly falling and crawling Trapped among these walls Just to walk that walk on a whim But in ignorance when are we cleansed! Submersion judges us all! Falling and crawling with our backs along this fucking wall! Explain! I place my hands before you, on alter of insanity Simply wishing I adore you Burning all Seven theories find you restless Drowning secrets caught in a dream Substance fading falls tomorrow Burning all! Hanging On every simple little word that you said Goodbye Bone dry Mitochondria Shelling softly, shelling I! Goodbye I tried Shelling softly I Pointing fingers in regrets Shameless I, There it stands alone These broken morrows, broken sorrows Broken palaces all waiting just to be ignored As they fall on their knees of visions and cures Visions and cures Form stitches of purities unknown I fault you all! (Fiends are watching you all) Silence!