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L. O. V. E.
04:48
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What will change the world? What will make you happy?
We were told these things through the whole of our past.
But it hasn't stopped war and fascism of beauty
In spite of all wailings nasn't even come close.
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Where it led us? Is there a paradise?
Hardly, and I slowly aim to realize
Silly window dressing, empty symbolism
Rising science to love the smell of shit.
In reality all turned into a sewer
Because brains are fell asleep from love.
Look for any sign and I guarantee you
You will only see fraud virtue and decay.
See what encourages to be the food for powder
It's no wonder that it's named so moronic word!
Love! (your feelings are like blazing cancer)
Nauseous love! (a cancer born from)
Morbid love! (lesion of the whole reason)
Love! (come on, son)
Keep love! (symbiotic deep affection)
Sickly love! (enhanced ego)
Faint-hearted love! (craving to be endless)
Love!
(LUST ONTO VENOMOUS ENGRAVINGS)
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I Heard a Cry
03:29
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A thousand boys are coming inside
The closets, the attics, on branches of trees
And dust is blowing in the wind
Over the silver of their skinny ease
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Splinters of pearls, opals are falling
Silently through clean air
I heard a cry is speeding away
Outside for miles of despair
Time overpass them, boys
Now turn into senile men
For years and years of idle musing
The dream has grown into nothing
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Train is passing through while roaring
Droning steamboat, wailing horn
Me start thinking it's all only
Because of things were left undone
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You're lost, little girl
You're lost, tell me who
Are you?
I think you don't know what to do
Impossible, but it's true
I think you don't know what to do
Impossible, but it's fucking true
I think you don't know what to do
Impossible, but it's fucking true
I think you don't know what the fuck to do
Impossible, but it's... Aaaargh!!
I'm sure you don't know what the fuck to do
Impossible, but it's fucking true
I'm sure you don't know, hell, what to do
Impossible, and it's fucking trueaaaargh!
YOU'RE LOST, LOST, FUCKING LOST!
Tell me who
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Sharp and open
Leave me alone
And sleeping less every night
As the days become heavier and weighted, waiting
In the cold light
A noise, a scream tears my clothes as the figurines tighten, with spiders inside them
And dust on the lips of a vision of hell
I laughed in the mirror for the first time in a year
A hundred other words blind me with your purity
Like an old painted doll in the throes of dance
I think about tomorrow
Please let me sleep
As I slip down the window
Freshly squashed fly
You mean nothing
You mean nothing
I can lose myself in Chinese art and American girls
All the time lose me in the dark, please do it right
Run into the night
I will lose myself tomorrow
Crimson pain, my heart explodes
My memory in a fire, someone will listen
At least for a short while
I can never say no to anyone but you
Too many secrets, too many lies writhing with hatred
Too many secrets, please make it good tonight
But the same image haunts me iIn sequence, in despair of time
I will never be clean again
I touched her eyes
Pressed my stained face
I will never be clean again
Touch her eyes
Press my stained face
I will never be clean again
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Two pale figures ache in silence
Timeless in the quiet ground
Side by side in age and sadness
I watched and acted wordlessly
As piece by piece you performed your story
Moving through an unknown past
Dancing at the funeral party
Memories of childrens dreams
Lie lifeless fading lifeless
Hand in hand with fear and shadows
Crying at the funeral party
I heard a song and turned away
As piece by piece you performed your story
Noiselessly across the floor
Dying at the funeral party
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Witch Will Die Chelyabinsk, Russia
First old school goth punk/post punk band at South Ural.
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