lyrics
We’re three wounded spark lights
searching for shelter
we’ll reach the climax
and we will swelter
avoiding everything neutral
escaping from the fate
their pulse withers from vital
the white one holds the gate
candle that gutters
no pain means nothing to complain
too bad, we’ve got memory instead
we fear future, get me out of this
if I’m not leaving, what am I doing here???
avoiding everything neutral
escaping from the fate
their pulse withers from vital
the white one holds the gate
candle that gutters
This feels like the core, within our minds
urges have grow up, we are dynamite
attacking right there, where nerves twist in pain
all is the same, the sec never ends
chromatic is white colors sound back
rise in a sight, smell the inner light
but she is not done yet, intermittently is heard
she’s liquid quite light, the mother of white
Biting her nest dead blood feeds her twins
now lives on a brick with children and shit
credits
from
Demo #1,
released September 12, 2014
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