Astpai
The Scavenger
Hands tied we're ready to, ready to force hands-off we're ready for, ready for more hands tied we're ready to force our fucking
-selves once more to become quite every shit we're feeling sorry for. at least in this scene all different ideals correspond to settle down and take their seats to petrify paralysed as one as one silent attender. thousands of reflections make it so easy for
you to surrender. numbness' footprints are even too big to be
filled as you realise this voice
unknow still somehow leaves you
thrilled telling you: "the
trend's set, you're free to call
it yours" hands tied ready to
force - ourselves hands tied
ready for more analysis,
paralysis - breaking, rebuilding,
over and over again Letras de cancionesas smaller parts get lost in this process of making believe that you still
got in hands what's already
gone, that you still feel all the
things turned already numb.
hands tied we're ready to, ready
to force hands-off we're ready
for, ready for more hands tied
we're ready to force ourselves
feel free to call it yours:
your child - still bearing all
it's dignity your mother - able
to give birth to you so
desperately and perform your
abortion at the same time. your
father - releasing a pulse and
leaving you and everything behind.
my fingers went through hard
times as servants for a fake
solution. it took 'em years to
convince the rest, that the act
of watching has never been the problem, it always went way beyond this way beyond a shallow
rendez vous - shallow but
colourful eyes up the pylon,
with every second flags are waving
more and more in shiny red,
yellow and blue
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