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Feat. Laura
Stone Tape
Cities of glass earthbound
Towers are burial mounds
Crowded by eyes
Gazing
Untouching eyes
Phasing
Hear thunder
There’s nothing but the now
Voices are calcified
Oblivion dregs
Munching
Sweet colored dregs
Parching
Hear thunder
Relentless atrophy from the
Upsidedown Queen
How she holds the cup?
Yield these limbs in pain
Vestiges over the land
Debris around
Barren
Excess around
Sterile
Hear thunder
Lethean torrent race
Delights of dust and cloud
But what is this
Haunting?
Familiar sound
Haunting?
Hear thunder
There’s a gaping wound in my marble flesh
Scrutinising gaze the sphinx projects
To make me, to break me
Manifold mesh
Decaying, unending
Fast to the sand
Relentless atrophy from the
Upsidedown Queen
How she holds the cup?
Hollow brazen head
Nothing else to forget
But I can see
Coming
Diluvian times
Coming
Here thunder
There’s a gaping wound in my marble flesh
Scrutinising gaze the sphinx projects
To make me, to break me
Manifold mesh
Decaying, unending
Fast to the sand
Nietzsche is dead
Nietzsche remains dead
But who has killed him?
What sacred games, what twisted plays
Shall we have to invent?
While sand goes whirling
Out
Dove vai? C’est pas là
I hear thunder, thunder
Aka-Chan
.9
Dolor sit amet
I see thunder, thunder
Who are we?
Stone Tape
Cities of glass earthbound
Towers are burial mounds
Crowded by eyes
Gazing
Untouching eyes
Phasing
Hear thunder
There’s nothing but the now
Voices are calcified
Oblivion dregs
Munching
Sweet colored dregs
Parching
Hear thunder
Relentless atrophy from the
Upsidedown Queen
How she holds the cup?
Yield these limbs in pain
Vestiges over the land
Debris around
Barren
Excess around
Sterile
Hear thunder
Lethean torrent race
Delights of dust and cloud
But what is this
Haunting?
Familiar sound
Haunting?
Hear thunder
There’s a gaping wound in my marble flesh
Scrutinising gaze the sphinx projects
To make me, to break me
Manifold mesh
Decaying, unending
Fast to the sand
Relentless atrophy from the
Upsidedown Queen
How she holds the cup?
Hollow brazen head
Nothing else to forget
But I can see
Coming
Diluvian times
Coming
Here thunder
There’s a gaping wound in my marble flesh
Scrutinising gaze the sphinx projects
To make me, to break me
Manifold mesh
Decaying, unending
Fast to the sand
Nietzsche is dead
Nietzsche remains dead
But who has killed him?
What sacred games, what twisted plays
Shall we have to invent?
While sand goes whirling
Out
Dove vai? C’est pas là
I hear thunder, thunder
Aka-Chan
.9
Dolor sit amet
I see thunder, thunder
Who are we?