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The sound of endless slicing
they witness the torture
she endures and with the fury
of the relationship
between the pharaoh
and the servant
the wasp finds an untimely
home into the body.
Masking it's desperation;
it knows it can't make it.
Can you feel the movement
of it's vapid wings trying?
Don't move.
Is this home in it's eyes?
"I've tried for so long."
The ravenous tongue is tired of your white eyes.
"Why now, why now, fuck this mourning.
Why god, why god, fuck your entrapment.
These eyes, these hands, weren't made for this.
I can't bare to breathe in this skeleton."
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A violent mass of phantoms
surround us on an empty canvas
as we were all just dancing.
And I don't know you,
you can't feel anything.
Nothing will ever change.
Hot boiling skin moves at the sight of your fucking scythe,
it's best if you just go.
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turn off auto focus
02:49
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remember, no matter where you are, there's so much more, than where you are
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yubari gogo - komorebi
00:48
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I miss all my fears from when I was a kid,
because now I've embraced them,
welcoming my end.
The past will never let go.
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Flowers will never bloom over my barren grave.
Distanced myself from everyone so I would never be hurt again. Always regretting all that I never did. I'll just keep being out of breath. All shall wither as I stand idly by. Birds can escape everything. One day I will fly.
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Μήπως τάχα σαν κι εμένα Maybe there are not
δεν είναι άνθρωποι πολλοί: other people like me.
Από μέσα πεθαμένοι. Alive on the inside.
και απόξω ζωντανοί. Dead on the outside.
Από μέσα πεθαμένοι. Alive on the inside.
και απ'όξω ζωντανοί. Dead on the outside.
(sample taken taken from the song "Από μέσα πεθαμένος" by Δανάη.)
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datura - primordi
04:02
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Lamine sospese
Lamine levigate
Cede tutto nella foschia
Una doppia anima
Recisa nel campo
Distese ferite e senza appello
Distese ferite e senza appello
Rigidi steli di vita
Amputati..inerti..e infermi
Inchiodati nel buio
Grida e sospiri
Fredde parole
Cantate da infanti
Morti siamo
Rinnegati eravamo
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Suspended leaves
Smoothed leaves
Everything remises within the mist
A dual soul
Abscised in the field
Extended wounds and without appeal
Extended wounds and without appeal
Rigid haulm of life
Amputated lifeless and ill
Nailed in darkness
Cries and sighs
Cold words
Sung by infants
Dead we are
Renegades we were
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Fei Lung Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
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