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.Crrust - "Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation"
Lyrics to Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation : 1. Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation Let me try to discomfort you Let the others do same things with you well see whos failing and whos doing fine You like competitions I know it cause your shallow lakes reflect shades of whats left of your names Ill run away Ill mix in with the foreigners Ill come back when the horizon clears up Im a drag addict I wont be able to fear your fears Youll probably stop when blood Interferes with blue threads from the liver with hands washed in quicksilver the color the one that sets the rules sets the rules on fire I see it in your eyes I dont think Ill fit into your dream Of perfect order and everything still I wont fit in Ill bring my chaos along Taking you further Teaching you havoc Taunting the birds To bring you the message Lifes too exhausting and That makes you untouchable Deaths so insignificant And that makes me too play the game Bloods so wasteful and Flesh is too repulsive so So what else is there to enjoy But getting rid of it all Theres no space for compassion At least the bones still hold They dont have to avoid Meeting eyes Keeping track of the light years Arent we just wasting time Is there really something to bow down to You being untouchable Means Im unforgivable Its all to forget about Still you do play the game I see it in your eyes your eyes Theyre dying slow deaths See for yourself Im on your side Seal yourself off I will not die Nobody gets lower Nobody shuts up Strangely though someones for hire When others are left to get by Spread wireless the virus Leaves a blank space the shape of a split mirror behind To polish My sick soul Then demolish it all Nobody wants to take control everyone wants to be free from fever that comes from knowledge and photographed by the above Can I get the picture signed one more time and get back whats mine Ive left my parts here long ago didnt think of coming back but it seems that I fell right in again Im stuck in here for long For as long as it takes the war to be forgotten about The rumors have it that new clouds are now carved Youve come home only to find that your boundaries have eaten your soul you now stand for all the hate you love and everything youre bargained for Irresistible to some Annoying to others Driven by the winds Caught inside the fins Relying on weather To smooth out the leather On you 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 Irresistible to some Annoying to others Driven by the winds Caught inside the fins Relying on weather To rip out your studs -------------//--------//-------//-------//--------//----------- Then sun will lick the foreign waters off the mud and Cut through all the layers of their tender faces. So Ill dust off the only line the bendings left to start with as I continue to erode my sense with silence. Each second here is worth a million later I took a dive and sank into the ground The figures rising they seem too harmless They seam too instant they sound too faithful Ive cracked them open but theyre empty inside They sound like vultures approaching their dead They fear and worship the early meanings of older sayings and shout them out loud Deep in the lost and found with bad intentions Stuck in the classroom all with wrong decisions It takes a while to judge us by the things that we do unaware of the cause We only hope it wont lead to collisions with outcome much worse than we can comprehend Conversation is expensive Whats in a simple talk that is making it so cheap -------------//--------//-------//-------//--------//----------- What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive. Not really entertaining. This sky is the roof of our shed decored with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars, the roof of our portable home. Its not the best there is but its the best there used to be. The waters are still for now but this does not change anything. A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings. I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and itll have to decide what the other is for. In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished. A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot, a seagulls shredded by the turbine, a dove pecked to death by the crows. Those shadows from the image tube Are rippled by the heated air The images are dark and foul But theres still no one with a better taste Cause I adore the sun and yet I see more clouds I dont 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 thats left there I hear them calling Ill be there soon Ill move by rolling over the sounds theyre faking you hear them too, ones that built those firing tubes with Too much on their minds to fall asleep asleep at the wheel With each second closer to the core. What all is spun on is the ground of rival comrades Not very innovative, not too damn persuasive Not really entertaining This sky is the roof of our shed decorated with vapor trails and ornamented with moving stars the roof of our portable home Its not the best there is but its the best there used to be The waters are still for now but this does not change anything A storm starts from butterflies flapping wings I owe it two apologies one is for being myself and itll have to decide what the other one is for In this atmosphere our birds are never going to fly, our birds are finished A Bird of Jove is hunted down by the gunshot a dove pecked to death by the crows a seagulls shredded by the turbine a bird of paradise has had a heartstroke [ Pain Is Only A Mere Sensation Lyrics ]
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