Coilbox Rissolette
The world is full of bastard
making enemies,
bleeseed of god
The returning empty-handed
once he found the key
My dream begins in dark holes
Depression exhumed,
the flowers fade in songs
your fears hold you on
The madness that somebody gestate,
the plot has a twist is it
The tears in my eyes,
paradox, pulling it off
the wall, notorious, luxurious,
curious increased (form)
Write, true false lines,
Induct me with a surprise
(Expressions that I've never had...)
Be alone, behold the results
of my work, so void for you
I'm tired of dreaming,
tired of remembering,
your fears hold you on
Back and forth again,
feeling a prod in my head
Back and forth again,
feeling...
Write, true false lines,
Induct me with a surprise
(Expressions that I've never had...)
Face in the ground, pulling it off...
Your direction is wrong,
the right way is oneself
Can you hear my bones?
Desolate, despairing,
my senses are cold, so (so) cold
I dream as they flows
Coming in determined,
we're going to shred and to blast
the last piece of hurt
Experience the grade of your god
The power of his gloomed,
so doomed
Write, true false lines,
Induct me with a surprise
(Expressions that I've never had...)
Be alone, behold the results
of my work, so void for you
I'm tired of dreaming,
tired of remembering,
your fears hold you on
Back and forth again,
feeling a prod in my head
Back and forth again,
feeling...
Write, true false lines,
Induct me with a surprise
(Expressions that I've never had...)
Write, true false lines,
Induct me with a surprise
(Expressions that I've never had...)
