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• Artiste: Algor Mortis
• Titre: Pseudomorph
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I know your face I've seen you here before Again you came So now I have to go Became bounded Now that it's becoming Something more Your disease Is my affection Cruel passion out of my control I want to thank you for the faces you have given me Though my bane I wore them with pride The chalice of my broken soul is mended No need for them I'll leave them behind The bliss machine is set into motion Pull the handle rotate the dial I create you I can break you You are me so say your goodbye I am the enemy now You are the end of my dreams I play the pseudomorph Because you're just like me The dismal place I came to call my home Now it's all yours I have nowhere to go It's all over The pieces are scattered On the floor Your disease Is my affection Cruel passion of my broken soul In a vain endeavor to now or never Forge a man out of myself I will try To free my thoughts of all this commotion And let the turmoil pacify The bliss machine has fallen out of order No use playing with the dial Though omnipresent in all estimation You are me so say your goodbye I am the enemy now You are the end of my dreams I play the pseudomorph Because you're just like me I am the enemy now You are the end of my dreams I play the simple whore Because you're just like me Just one of me...