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Language's Suffering
03:40
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O Earth O Earth return!
Arise from out the dewy grass
Night is worn
And the morn
Rises from the slumberous mass
Don't blame a thing, a very limited thing
If there is no sense it's a language's suffering
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The smell of sweat and rust
And a smelly linen
Tomorrow will be the same day
I'm still not forgiven
The familiar perimeter
Bloody shackles rub my legs
Tomorrow will be the same day
Here all our lives like dregs
I don't want to drink this water
From the Black Dolphin's fountain
Tomorrow will be the same day
Don't beat strongly Mr. Captain
Maybe on the other side it's much better
No strict walking through the line
Tomorrow will be the same day
Probably someone has stopped that painful time
No permit, no mercy, no help
No permit, no mercy, no help
No permit, no mercy, no help
No permit, no mercy. no help
How can I kill myself?
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I woke up at the Adam's morning
Feeling pressure of the sphere
The stars replaced apples
Trying to tame the primal fear
The world will be spinning till
The last poet won't die
And Moloch says to me
The holy speaker doesn’t recognize the lie
Water washes away spots of wine
Where's absinthe, where's a pen and a horse to ride
One more scratch and one more sip
Let's open it to wide
The moon is the second son tonight
In the dark sockets of the seas
By the will of winds and waves
My ship eagerly needs
The great power over slaves
I'm going down to the drunken madness
The sacred state of mind
And the tribal leader says to me
Don't forget that you were blind
Water washes away spots of wine
Where's absinthe, where's a pen and a horse to ride
One more scratch and one more sip
Let's open it to wide
The moon is the second son tonight
Choosing for the last time where to go
Seeing that your unconsciousness is waging war
From modesty to action
From doubt to confidence
Join to our faction
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4. |
Schizophrenia Is Around
05:40
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Schizophrenia's around
Schizophrenia's around
Nomadic subjects are already abound
Schizophrenia's around
Too hard to identify
The current person is indistinct
The particle of rhizome underground
Schizophrenia's around
In this dark time
In this end of the end
The human being has equalized it's own land
In this dark time
In this end of the end
Each mask is making the virtual blend
it's the joke with a strong rod:
"Pray to your god"
it's the joke with a strong rod:
"Pray to your god"
I'm a beast, I'm a negro
Would like to return to my own delirium and desires
To rave about the world despite an ego
Today's order requires
Schizophrenia's around
Schizophrenia's around
Nomadic subjects are already abound
Schizophrenia's around
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