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,, (intro)
01:37
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Munchies
02:11
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I am wasted as hell and maybe seeing the world like I'm outside myself is the shit I deserve. Gray stairs and carousels, spotting naive thoughts running in the way I felt:
(RIT) redundant,meaningless, just something that will ends.
Bloodshot eyes and muffled sounds, maybe I'm childish like you said, at least I won't hide my wounds. You're wearing out your morality dwelling and loathing your shitty job while swearing. Your haze is blinding you I'm your reflection, this obtuse reality won't give you eventualities and we know personal burdens are intended to crumple so why the fuck you're turning your back on these merry-go-rounds?
(RIT) Redundant, meaningless, just something that will end.
But if you'd had all the coins in the world would you still make this thing go on?
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Nightbirds
02:36
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Searching God staring at a bunch of urban lights.
I'm crowding empty streets with the ghosts of who I'm expecting to be.
Tonight they'll soon fade with darkness,
they'll soon fade with darkness.
Not sure if I'm watching a safe landscape or its opposite, in other words me.
I'm surrounded by roars of cars fading away,
I'm overwhelmed by my integrity which screams:
"A bucket can't be filled with the whole oceans water, middle class revolutions are getting older. Conscious and dead's what you deserve, are you leaving home for a fucking lost bet?"
Open sails and black clouds! x2
We're silly corpses laughing at their death, products of caged acknowledgements.
What else? I can't feel my head, barely dead, I can't fill my head full and sad.
Open sails and black clouds! x3
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Spots
01:38
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Spots in my brain. Like a Rorschach's test as a scientist I try to analyze them but I can't find any reason. Once again I jump out from my body and in a while I'm watching myself failing and I realize that those spots embody the sickness in me. There's no god to fear but just those spots to fight and I'm so sick 'cause I can't discover the cure, I'll stand here alone HOLDING ALL THE FEARS.
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Five
02:27
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We can't resist to the sea, the rain won't quench my thirst. We're always so feeble and frail. Knowledge keeps us on the right sight, eating apples learning lies. Snake's mixing up crunching my eyes, please stop yourself your talk is cheap. We can't resist to the sea the rain won't quench my thirst, always so feeble and frail. You still need breath for your last chip of future.
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Ray
03:43
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You're still smelling of petrichor and I guess we're both too drunk now. So why remember when I got laid on your floor? You're still smelling of petrichor, we're talking about how fleeting's love. Still feigning smiles 'cause nothing lasts. My lonely nape's against the pavement, again. Venice seems colder than ever like a year ago.
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