DESCRIZIONE
You go upon your railway to celebrate your agony when you paid
All your fogs and there is only a flurry, but you don’t care
And you cast all your reasons
The cash-desk is in front of your eyes
The market is next to the pub or was it far away?
From the street and the pavement it’s a-curving
Like your meltin’ point
A protestant visitor is going to change his life
And now he’s pruning his hair
The world has died when love has talked us
And now we’re all together in our
| Last, Proximate End
Track the toxic spirit in your land
And don’t feel what he said
And scream about plastic surgery |
We’re running in marathon the street is full of night
Discussion on your life, the hell is in your sight
Were you an innocent and was your work right?
Words in your life are always like a sea that you can’t supervise
A suspicious character is running in this line
And your eyes are grey and alone in the night..
| Last, Proximate End
Track the toxic spirit
And don’t feel what he said
And screamed about plastic surgery |
Beautiful the world in your dreams
Typhoon isn’t here, but is...
In your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes
In your eyes, are they filled up with night?
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