GRAVITY - CUSTOM -
Dirt roads dripping death
The habit of thousands of images already seen
strangle the veins and blocks blood unnecessarily
flesh lying on bank of a river dry for another hour
Block
my desire to remember the fact that I have to stop
with you ... tell me again that you're just a fleeting impulse
At the end of a day is about you I need
I am convinced that you are only one element of a given
routine to justify the void that I feel every minute
slowly slide inside me
and open up like a chrysanthemum-stained asphalt
continue to soil the image of each
because you do not want to complain about a jewel
once it is lost in the exhaust of my heart
Block for a few minutes to let my desire
go away, or ask you to stamp out what I'm feeling now ...
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Inspired by: Subsonica - Custom
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