Текст песни Aesthetics Of The Grotesque

Murder becomes essential in preserving the worlds beyond within

Last night I slept with mother earth

She become my precious whore

Now night breeds the flock of stillborn thoughts

There's nothing more

Flesh and soul are but words

Insomniacs transparent phantasms

Worlds within worlds

Unchanging chemistry and science
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Sleep for you'll never see any of me

No...

Now I'm standing under bloody rain

I wish I had had words, but they never came

Now I'm standing beside the dead

I wish I had had something I've never imagined

You're just one, one among others

They're taking me away...

Away for good