Refusing to see all of those infected minds
Just to feel better in your own veins
Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions
And more this nightmares of that lost humanity
Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes
Don't enter my private desires
Bad habits are ruling forever
Pushing the door of a closed reality
For the science or any other learning
Metaphor of colors
Blood red black
Altar of flesh
Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation
Remembering old deception
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The wounds created by the flesh
Seem to be occulted by all of us
Metaphor of colors
Blood red black
Altar of flesh razor's cuts
Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes
Censored!
Project!
Censored!
Project!
Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty river
I'm like you making the black side
To reason and to kill the ideal lineage
Censored Project Refusing to see all of those infected minds Just to feel better in your own veins Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions And more this nightmares of that lost humanity Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes Don't enter my private desires Bad habits are ruling forever Pushing the door of a closed reality For the science or any other learning Metaphor of colors Blood red black Altar of flesh Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation Remembering old deception Censored! Project! Censored! Project! The wounds created by the flesh Seem to be occulted by all of us Metaphor of colors Blood red black Altar of flesh razor's cuts Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes Censored! Project! Censored! Project! Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty river I'm like you making the black side To reason and to kill the ideal lineage Explain Request ×
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