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Artiste:
Soilent Green
Titre:
When All Roads Lead To Rome
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Belligerent association to these finer aspects of failure The unbecoming attitude that leads to self-destruction, a comfort zone lost Blind tolerance in this declining behavior Undeniable negative facts, plain as day Transcendence through this cynical adaption Another one of those days calling for mercy These desires of lost respect Symptoms of inflicting regret This empty experience For a lonely, forged life Deviation from attributes This effect on the human mind A lot less opinions Diagnosed imperfection These hands are tied again At risk with discretion to another self-imploding disaster Translate these actions over a course of aggravation Climbing walls of tense concern A contagious wave of invasion Hallcincinating the improbable Annoyed in tasks that are not absorbed Declining a civilized sense of efforts Insensible in the structure of life Defy the limits of mental strategy Timeless efforts of personal tragedy One more time, like a blown fuse Give me some space, all roads lead to Rome Slicing the wrists A silence spent Run this epic lie A final test Breathtaking madness Sidetracked in failing Cry for this last sip of spilled wine Soured compassion, unlikely retractions Spoiled tongue from the jaws of spite Impulse of failure Confidence deprived Persist after this hated stance Emotional tirade Into the mouth of real life Commitment in words of oppression Living out all the contradictions you have proposed Hidden pasts find a way back in better times Integrated into a puzzle of alliances with enemies Hinder the wasted perfection, no logical question Don't you just love the way contradiction rolls its eyes?