Mcd
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2001 ,
Autoproduzione
Genre: Dark
Alone alone alone
I’ m going down in the deep darkness
Ghosts in my eyes
Full of blood tears
That like razors slash my face
And… the silverchild shines in the mist
Fear confusion
Flash neon flash in my mind show me the way of suicide
Tinkle cold most chains weigh on my skin
On my weary eyes that close forever
The sleep is the way of discerning
Pain obsession of delight
Sweet cold blobs running on my brow
Come alive like plastic clowns
That laugh and joke playing a diabolic game
Strident voices kill in turn
Blood on the ground blood on the door sticky blood on my hands
The ancient little death with white hair
Comes to meet me with the silver tray
Quickly she grazes the ground
And goes into my eyes
Her wrinkles her moans
Brand in my mind
Like looking-glass splinters in the livid flesh
Like deep splinters
In the livid flesh
