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[aid] => mick
[title] => Bloodless Daze[days]
[time] => 2008-03-08 09:26:32
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[bodytext] => Clouds obscure the distant Sense somewhere between Memory distorted Vague has ravaged your scent So brush the field of daisies A desperate touch, A taste so sweet It's almost here We've cast ourselves into the rebirth And I've slaughtered all mirth Just to see Clearly into the depths of blue Where the grave lies That manipulates this purgatory The faceless silhouette takes another look at these Masks Shrouds Facades Realizing that the mirror Is no more than the shell encasing The glass has splintered Lacerations in your perfection You've coagulated in the time it takes to heal Rip the wound open and tear out the maggots Along with the other filth Drag your ashen corpse back by the entrails To the empty warmth Screaming at the nothing PULSE With convulsive hearts in convulsive hands PULSE So brush the field of daisies A desperate touch, A taste so sweet It's almost here We've cast ourselves into the rebirth So let this hate dissolve In our wake and despite These cynical lies We have carried through stagnant oceans And the corpses we've left behind Sinking into the ***** It's gone I've killed it So let's Revive This intimate bond No longer longing but forever Together in each other's arms So brush the field of daisies A desperate touch, A taste so sweet It's almost here We've cast ourselves into the rebirth So sick of this wretched purgatory To die again just to see an end Just to begin again What's left to gain Brush the field of daisies A new embryo to be buried A bloodless seed Uproot the rotten days A new embryo to be buried A bloodless seed.
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