.Crrust - Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation lyrics
rate me1. Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation<br />
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Let me try to discomfort you<br />
Let the others do same things with you<br />
we'll see who's failing<br />
and who's doing fine<br />
You like competitions<br />
I know it cause your<br />
<br />
shallow lakes reflect shades of what's left of your names<br />
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I'll run away<br />
I'll mix in with the foreigners<br />
I'll come back when the horizon clears up<br />
I'm a drag addict<br />
I won't be able to fear your fears<br />
You'll probably stop when blood Interferes<br />
<br />
with blue threads from the liver<br />
with hands washed in quicksilver<br />
the color<br />
the one that sets the rules<br />
sets the rules on fire<br />
I see it in your eyes<br />
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I don't think I'll fit into your dream<br />
Of perfect order and everything still<br />
I won't fit in I'll bring my chaos along<br />
Taking you further<br />
Teaching you havoc<br />
Taunting the birds<br />
To bring you the message<br />
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Life's too exhausting and<br />
That makes you untouchable<br />
Death's so insignificant<br />
And that makes me too play the game<br />
Blood's so wasteful and<br />
Flesh is too repulsive so<br />
So what else is there to enjoy<br />
But getting rid of it all<br />
There's no space for compassion<br />
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At least the bones still hold<br />
They don't have to avoid<br />
Meeting eyes<br />
Keeping track of the light years<br />
Aren't we just wasting time<br />
Is there really something to bow down to<br />
You being untouchable<br />
Means I'm unforgivable<br />
It's all to forget about<br />
Still you do play the game<br />
I see it in your eyes your eyes<br />
They're dying slow deaths<br />
<br />
See for yourself<br />
I'm on your side<br />
Seal yourself off<br />
I will not die<br />
<br />
Nobody gets lower<br />
Nobody shuts up<br />
Strangely though someone's for hire<br />
When others are left to get by<br />
Spread wireless the virus<br />
Leaves a blank space the shape of a split mirror<br />
behind<br />
To polish<br />
My sick soul<br />
Then demolish it all<br />
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Nobody wants to take control<br />
everyone wants to be free<br />
from fever that comes from knowledge<br />
and photographed by the above<br />
<br />
Can I get the picture signed<br />
one more time<br />
and get back what's mine<br />
I've left my parts here long ago<br />
didn't think of coming back<br />
but it seems that<br />
I fell right in again<br />
I'm stuck in here for long<br />
<br />
For as long as it takes<br />
the war to be forgotten about<br />
The rumors have it<br />
that new clouds are now carved<br />
<br />
You've come home only<br />
to find that your boundaries<br />
have eaten your soul<br />
you now stand for all the hate you love<br />
and everything you're bargained for<br />
<br />
Irresistible to some<br />
Annoying to others<br />
Driven by the winds<br />
Caught inside the fins<br />
Relying on weather<br />
To smooth out the leather<br />
On you<br />
<br />
Only to soak and freeze the triggered hands like frozen brush ends dipped in red paint dripping down as they thaw forming figures out of splashes turning back to shatters of dried blood<br />
<br />
Irresistible to some<br />
Annoying to others<br />
Driven by the winds<br />
Caught inside the fins<br />
Relying on weather<br />
To rip out your studs<br />
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Then sun will lick the foreign waters off the mud and<br />
Cut through all the layers of their tender faces.<br />
So I'll dust off the only line the bending's left to start with as I continue to erode my sense with silence.<br />
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Each second here is worth a million later I took a dive and sank into the ground<br />
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The figures rising they seem too harmless<br />
They seam too instant they sound too faithful<br />
I've cracked them open but they're empty inside<br />
They sound like vultures approaching their dead<br />
They fear and worship the early meanings of older sayings and shout them out loud<br />
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Deep in the lost and found with bad intentions<br />
Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions<br />
It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause<br />
We only hope it won't lead to collisions with outcome much worse than we can comprehend<br />
Conversation is expensive<br />
What's in a simple talk that is making it so cheap<br />
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What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades<br />
Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive.<br />
Not really entertaining.<br />
This sky is the roof of our shed decored with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars, the roof of our portable home.<br />
It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be.<br />
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything.<br />
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings.<br />
I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other is for.<br />
In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished.<br />
A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot, a seagull's shredded by the turbine, a dove pecked to death by the crows.<br />
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Those shadows from the image tube<br />
Are rippled by the heated air<br />
The images are dark and foul<br />
But there's still no one with a better taste<br />
Cause I adore the sun<br />
and yet I see more clouds<br />
I don't need to sense the presence of muted dialogues in wintercolor while the coldest waters save us days to come back and live state all your executives and all that's left there I hear them calling<br />
I'll be there soon<br />
I'll move by rolling over<br />
the sounds they're faking<br />
you hear them too, ones that built those firing tubes with<br />
Too much on their minds to fall asleep asleep at the wheel<br />
With each second closer to the core.<br />
<br />
What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades<br />
Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive<br />
Not really entertaining<br />
This sky is the roof of our shed decorated with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars<br />
the roof of our portable home<br />
It's not the best there is but it's the best there used to be<br />
The waters are still for now but this does not change anything<br />
A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings<br />
I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and it'll have to decide what the other one is for<br />
In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished<br />
A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot<br />
a dove pecked to death by the crows<br />
a seagull's shredded by the turbine<br />
a bird of paradise has had a heartstroke
