Unvacuity from Molochian by Murder Therapy

UNVACUITY

Hanging from the wisdom, yelding forth this past
Gathering my shreds, surrounded by my flaws
Turned into conscience, catch a glimpse of it
Go back up the cascade into wich flows nothing
Betray every feeling, non-sense
Of this paradox...
Sign of this changing. Full of regret... Is the cloth we're made of
A cloth I won't take off. Ask to your sphynx... Ask to your sphynx her own riddle
Fall by the way (swimming) in waters vitreous
It's like an addiction to the binds that maintain you

Go back... Betray... Improve... Set these feelings...
It's all right, what is wrong can't keep on
To the unmistakable

I have drown...
Inside of it to resurface
And I saw a new closeness!
It's not too late the time is gone
But since you're here my time's reborn.
Upholding the truth...
Upholding the truth...
Upholding the truth...
Acknowledge to be wrong
I'm not ashamed to admit that what I feel is inexplicable
Will you be able to complete my cavities?
Can you feel?
Shall you feel?
Anything

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