Bought and sold/ Heaven for free/ Destroy, create/ Emasculate me. Whips, Chains/ Feathers in rain/ Weigh me down/ I'm a body without a frame. I'll bore holes in my own skull to suffer unknown. Peer inside a shell so hollow, through my weathered bones. Chew on virgin tongues, learn their speech in your mouth. Leave no words for me, take all for yourself. Damn the old skin, curse the old blood. Choked by young hands, breathed through new lungs. As the ocean flows, waves crash against skin, artery to let out, allow the body to seep in. And I'll let the shadow, swallow my being whole. Succumb to the dark of surrounding. Suffer the light alone. Extend past my putrid frame, let the light shine the darkness down, another appendage of our being, drown out disembodied sounds. Swallow my body whole.
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Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
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