Flight Of The Pathogen

Twelve Tribes

Composição de: Adam Jackson/Twelve Tribes
I walk 
Inside a facelift 
Made a conflict 
The contents defeat the purpose 
Because I live outside 
A makeshift heart it was always red plastic and cold 
You've got to know your place in this...I stick to the basics: Intellect; Substance; Ambiance. 
With no poetry in my existence stuck going nowhere fast 
I'm consciously falling out of love with myself 
And the world with myself and my soul 
I'm living for just one moment to die alone 
You've got to know your place in this world 
Your life won't disappear when your eyes are closed 
Self is a statue in this world you crumble and fall 
I sleep as if I was innocent 
Not knowing what the world was made of 
With one eye open I wouldn't dare to wake up 
There are antenna in these veins 
Trying to tell me something 
Leave me under layers of dead skin I'm invisible without them 
I walk inside a faelift 
Unknown outside of this shell 
I'm not complete
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