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I61 - Ельцин (ft Власть)

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Glass walls cracked and fractured,

A world all our own where toxic gases bloom , 

The inner world the self that is cut in pieces ,

Rebuilt held together with light threads, 

Locked in knots with a meaning of hope that encounters horrors before revival the heaven of perfection the eternal hour,

Sleeping minds speak,

 Four vocal tones differing inner monologues convert from, Debating logic to pure reason,

To be release to breath,

When the outer perception Is reviewed showing what beholds Perceiving of a vocal singular chameleon , 

The host a possession that looks genuine,

But as natural,

As the perfection of pearls,

While three sleep dormant;

For the one speaking, 

Becomes like a symbiotic lover, 

Protecting the original host from destruction, 

Emptiness is when I start to breath in a full blown reality, 

The stillness of mental clarity,

When the inner child dissolved with agreement of safety,

While the mental code designed and a behavior like a double helix, Twisted engineered sends signals, 

So like being a product reborn to excel,

A inhumane extraterrestrial, And fuel with a added genetic superiority promoting attitude reflected a army,,

A vocal identity living without humanity but a otherworldly entity,

Whispering In the corridors where the succubus gash teeth protracting inner tongues licking at the host cradling protective like parenting

Armed, 

Physical power,

Alive,

 A metaphor for as real as the senses in waking life,

A violence injected like the act of insemination ,

Actions taken to the enemy like parasites in a frenzy,

Produced by the dopamine of a lovers first union,

 After the invocation, 

The passionate martial declaration ,

the poetry spoken but as permanent as  wrapped scrolls Impregnated,

Encased  in earth's mercury and plated so embedded,

With precious gold,

Wearing clothing made of the emotional numb the mask we wear

Together making the only one expression lost in a dream ,

No one can see what we hold together as one,

In sections to boils and fear,

What was lost to the child inside you hold dear,

Dead to the eyes as the world breaks and falls away,

Rest,

No,

Action repeat,

Don't forget we're here to hold your experiences,

That you can not bare to carry alone,

Safety is this mercy I believe it is safety


GANESH (Prod. by The Patient)

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