DIN
(Indisponível)
Well when I got your letter
I could not contain
The urge to go beyond
Our inheritance again
The drug of ages
In pages of your pen
I got to put it down
Maybe you got glazed by all the shit you had to taste for to descend
To let me in
Maybe it's ok now if you turn and run away
Anesthetic days of crusades and consent
The idiot intent
And though our love was likely your disease
Is so competent
You're so proud of the few risks you've taken child but no it's nothing new
We all continue
Maybe it's ok now if you turn and run away well yet again
Vacant above the din
I tried to dissuade
The agents in your mind
Who'll rape and campaign
Until you resign
And I'd return your letter
But I'm feeling unrefined
I'd rather put you down
Vacant in the eyes as you conform and compromise yourself in sense
And like pretense
Maybe it's ok now if you turn and run away well yet again
Vacant above the din
Above the din
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