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lyrics
All that what i am saying
Been told a thousand times
It will never be one too much
Never repeated enough
My voice will get just louder
As your choir is cranking up
Volume doesn’t prove content
Screaming doesn’t make you right
Loneliness inside
Lost beyond control
The joyful throes of life choking words of hate
Words in vain
Unable to feel sorrow
Blind eyes glare in the dark
Desperately reaching out
Feverish souls are numb
The futile non-event
You have been longing for
Supremacy of petty minds
Foolishness of weaker man
Loneliness inside
Lost beyond recall
The joyful throes of life choking words of hate
Words in vain
Trail of dead
Unveiling anguish a frail costume collapses
It‘s a surrender to the void in blind obedience to a faith
Oh how the rats will lead the way
In spite of everything you‘ve learned
Denying our collective lore
The horizon crashes down on you
Your life has withered away pathetic efforts fail
The joyful throes of death
In this desert you walk alone
And in the end only regret
A barren land a life undone
Hear my words
𝓟rogress to the peak of the cosmic hill proved rich in phonic fortune for four intrepid Spaniards, as upon that summit was found the trippiest of tomes: Diagrams of Pagan Life. And who better to decode those drafts and lend voice to its visions than La Roja's finest amplified alchemists and gurus of groove. Heathen hooks, druidic dynamics and iconoclastic instrumentation beckon the heavens to dispatch a further bolt of special electricals and for Slap Guru, lightning duly strikes twice. 𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡-𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔢𝔱-𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔡
Spacious like the light-years separating faraway galaxies, groovy like the rings of a remote planet, slow and dense like the passing of time in a blackhole, and massive like a giant supernova that's about to implode. muschiosauro