I take my time to lose my mind
I grind my teeth until I find
The shit I lost the other time
Can't say I'm fine, can say I rhyme
The same shit over 'till it's over
Feels kind of good the way I hoover
Over the sounds that I discover
I can't recover, the same shit over
Repeat myself, exaggerated
Image of self still unrelated
To the reality we're fated
Illusionary choice of will
Over inflated power of fell
And some will kill
For feel of power
And some will feel
Bitter and sour
Some would devour the scraps and pieces
Crumbling down from cars and bitches
Until they choke on all the feathers
Blinded by hunger under the ladders
Hunger is greed for chasing comfort
Running away from every effort
No you don't need nothing to live
Just need your cut and blood to bleed
Blood that will feed the life that follows
Hollow indeed, back full of arrows
Passing your seed, moving on instinct
Hoping that you won't become extinct
Think futuristic, I can't resist it
That move is backwards, they keep insisting
No need for back doors
No one to use it
Better just dig holes
And hear the music.

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@botanna_montana - Music with Romanian lyrics
@h_e_a_v_y_u_s_e_r - Experimental / Noise
@pregabalin-goblin - Hardstyle / Gabber / Trance 

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Vibration is the string that sewed nothingness into existence.

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Bidocea