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• Artiste: Vomiturition
• Titre: Depression
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What I feel But cannot see It's the fear of a man Reality of man and woman If I could be a child with a hole in my head I'd take my mind out and rape it in my bed The juices of my naked soul shall slow Then I'd be more then just a man Before I go I've decided to find The mind I've lost to the gardens of grey Where it was left with children to cry If I could be more pure and naked than those Who brought me in here, I could have rosen My hapiness out and engrave the name Of my hatred god to it Though others say that I'm often sad The deserted valleys and the sand Will prove with every springful rose That I still exist and be What could be more beautiful than A funeral where grief and fear of a man Are floating grey to the face of the truth Of the deceased