Absence of sincerity. Perpetrator. So quick to use the name. Never gave back to the fuckin scene. Made your speeches. But no actions to back'em. Built
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This town is so cold But your city looks so bright I can see you shining in the west When the sun goes down You look so big out there while I remain
Face my fears, my soul is absorbed into black Dry my tears, fear and pain is what I lack Broken, torn I live with my light-eye drowned Ease and calm
un message Ca sert a rien, a rien du tout, c'est plus la peine, C'est trop tard, beaucoup trop tard : Absence prolongee»
Nail down in contempt all that threatens with thought or bother. A crusade of listlessness and obedience to prosthetic actuality. Our effortless evasion
These painful screams in the night Were not a part of my dreams Behind this mask of lies Stands a saddened shadow in the figure of a man, These howls
de fort Je le sais, puisque c'est... C'est par absence... sans doute Par absence d'amour Sans doute... par absence d'amour Par absence d'amour... Par absence
, Personne n'est arrive Sur l'autel de l'absence Depose l'offrande Qu'attendent nos promesses La fin de l'ivresse Sur l'autel de l'absence Depose l'
Sitting in the living room Staring at the decorations Feel so out of place in this house Sucking on a toffee apple Munching on some pumpkin pie Seems
sauf l'absence de toi Tu es parti, seul avec elle Je suis la Je l'apprivoise doucement fend ... tendue Je la prend ! Et je la berce contre moi L'absence
Couplet 1: C-Sheyn ... L'absence ... de ... ta presence Si je replonge au fond de mes pensees C'est que je pense que je ne t'ai pas oublier L'absence
Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential Mask meticulous movement towards central Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent
Adverse effect affect the 10that might listen Welcome to the 21st neo-inquisition Bite your tongue hold you thoughts close to vest Better yet look
Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit. This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets. Never mind of who I am, son
Written word held weight Now honor at best recessive trait The sound and shape to come succumbed to Malignant maelstrom Malformed mentals stained
Terrain disfigured Pressure temple, tempt to tap trigger Must contend with this diseased mind and drown liver Cradle soul eternal type land of two rivers
