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INVA//ID - Commitment
03:07
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Tell me not to feel just like i already am…
I reach beyond, my friends are already dead.. Lie to my face and tell me hope is real, it makes no difference to me.. my pain will never heal…
Fascinate my inner thoughts to what i perceive as beneficial, as the tormentor whispers: “beauty in all things”
I hope you get the picture i still bleed for,
It’s better that you know.. I hold your head up so high… I’m drowning in the endless sea..
As i reach for the only… the only outlook i know.. I am crushed, estranged, embraced, by the unknown… the picture of emancipation right under my nose..
Blissfully awaiting, for a sign of aspiration..
Hopelessness and agony a friend indeed “yours in murder”
I feel like… a memory in time.. fading from your mind.. you feel me down your spine..
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Lower your chin,
and ripple your thighs sky high.
Let me wave goodbye as I try
to hide this cruelest sigh,
I shouldn't deny.
Shake my grin,
make me fly I abide.
I spare some time out of sin,
to spin my golden alibi.
Don't cry me dry.
I shook your split! (your split!)
Your model of grit.
I jump your slit! (your slit!)
You carry the writ.
I hooked your split! (your split!)
With my ideal fit
i slipped my wit! (my wit!)
Down your bottomless pit!
TAKE YOUR BEST AIM
FACE TO YOUR GUN
YOU RIDE THE FAST LANE
TO OBLIVION
YEAH! YOU TAKE YOUR BEST AIM
FACE TO YOUR GUN
RIDE THE LAST TRAIN
TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR FUN
I lay low,
You tell my to breath, I let go.
Rumble and tease you so.
My mind is a fiery sink.
Drowned in the dark,
I stay here,
stuck into fear out of luck,
as I cling to my burning rock.
Fail to catch that sweet feeling,
that left me starstruck.
I shook your split! (your split!)
Your model of grit.
I jump your slit! (your slit!)
You carry the writ.
I hooked your split! (your split!)
With my ideal fit
i slipped my wit! (my wit!)
Down your bottomless pit!
TAKE YOUR BEST AIM
FACE TO YOUR GUN
YOU RIDE THE FAST LANE
TO OBLIVION
YEAH! YOU TAKE YOUR BEST AIM
FACE TO YOUR GUN
RIDE THE LAST TRAIN
TAKE YOUR LIFE FOR FUN
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Hazing, my antics
A bullet for, the lonely soul
Egress, my vessel of torment
Temptation calls to take control..
HELL IS LOFTING ABOVE THIS PLACE
A CREATURE LOCKS IT’S EAR
BEFORE MASOCHISTIC RITUAL DEEDS
A PRESENT DANGER NEARS
THE OUTRAGE TO CONSOLE
A PATH YET UNKNOWN
NOW THE THOUGHTS WONT...LEAVE ME ALONE
THE WEIGHT OF THE SHAMEFUL
POURS RAIN ON THE BLACK HOLE
THE BLOODY PORTRAIT IS WHAT I CALL HOME….
Oh it makes sense to fear
The Tempest bewitching switch in my ear.
BLOOD INDEFINITE INTOXICATION
SEE ME SMILE FROM EAR TO EAR
HELL IS LOFTING ABOVE THIS PLACE
A CREATURE LENDS IT’S EAR
BEFORE MASOCHISTIC RITUAL DEED
A PRESENT DANGER NEARS
Arcane emotion
Lash out in fear
I bestow my anger
A feast for your ears
I fear for my future
The pain is disguised
My god makes it clear
There is no place to hide
HELL IS LOFTING ABOVE THIS PLACE
A CREATURE LENDS IT’S EAR
BEFORE MASOCHISTIC RITUAL DEED
A PRESENT DANGER NEARS
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INVA//ID - Dissociation
03:44
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There is someone
Feeding all my anguish
There is a face
To aid my discomfort
Will you.. help me find...
The reason for this
Hallowed mind,
Feed you till you’re sick of it
We are So magnificent...
The toxic blood entangles me Fill my head, with memories
cut me down, to build me up, pierce my heart, and taste my blood...
Saturated
From All the toxic sweetness
Admiration...for all the pretty insects
Count one by one, all along your fingers.
Watch the flood wash over all, all the pretty little liars clean...
I DISASSOCIATE IT.. I , I AM UNMITIGATED
I DISASSOCIATE IT... I , I AM UNMITIGATED
*next time make sure i’m dead
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null split - Où Vas-Tu ?
05:28
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A marche forcée,
le long des rivières de poison,
j'ai colporté la rumeur
des lignes à haute tension.
Un baigneur immobile,
cause en morse aux poissons.
Le poids des crimes enterre
le souvenir de mes raisons.
Arquant une cime fourbue,
un corbeau devenu mercenaire
épie mes confidences
à un compteur Gegeir.
Tes rêves sont prémonitoires,
enfant de Pluton et du brasier.
J'ai enveloppé tes espoirs
dans du fil barbelé.
Au moindre bruit j'me cache,
marmonne à mes amulettes,
des malédictions apaches,
mes hommages à vos squelettes.
Les dieux de la télé
sont figés sur leurs rictus.
Il n'y a plus assez de monde
pour nourrir les virus.
Je salue quand vient le soir
ma dernière gorgée de venin.
Sur ce globe dérisoire
il n'est nulle part demain.
Ton souvenir est provisoire,
enfant de Janus et du charnier.
J'ai achevé ton histoire
dans des cris martelés.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION :
Forced walk
along rivers of poison,
I spread the rumor
of the high voltages lines
A still bather,
speaks morse code to the fishes
the weight of crimes burries
the memories of my reasons
Arching a worn-out peak,
a crow turned mercenary
spies on my confidences
to a Gegeir meter.
Your dreams are premonitory,
child of Pluto and the Fire.
I wraped your hopes
in barbed wire.
At the slightest noise I hide,
mumble to my amulets,
Apache curses,
my homage to your skeletons.
TV gods
are frozen in their smirks.
There aren't enough people anymore
to feed viruses.
I greet when evening comes
my last sip of venom.
On this ridiculous globe
it's nowhere tomorrow.
Your memory is temporary,
child of Janus and the mass grave.
I ended your story
in hammered cries.
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null split Paris, France
No, you'll give them nothing. Nothing to rest their clout, nothing but furious bursts of salt. Be a scorched earth to this crowd. A devastated land that leverages no pride. Uniquely warped, beyond recognition.
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