Gore

作词 : 小柒

作曲 : 小柒

编曲 : 小柒

Pathosis and morbidness

Everyone’s insane although we don’t know reason why

Why only circles and lines in my binary mind

I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal

Let some bruised blood come out to show them

Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare

Unresting death

My mind blanks at the glare

In time

The curtain edge grows light

Till then I see what’s really there

The sure extinction that we travel to and shall be ever lost in always

Not in remorse

The good not done

The love not given

Time torn off unused

Not to be there

Not anywhere

But soon

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Nothing to think with

Nothing to love

Nothing to link with

That is what we fear

The anesthetic from which none come round

Nothing to think with

Nothing to love

Nothing to link with

That is what we fear

The anesthetic from which none come round

And so it stays just on the edge of vision

A small in focused blur

A standing chill that slows each impulse down to indecision

And specious stuff that says no rational being can fear a thing it will not feel

I think I have to open my bruised wounds that’s about to heal

And let some bruised blood come out to show them

Waking at four to soundless dark,I stare

Unresting death

My mind blanks at the glare

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“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood come out to show them”

“Come out…to show them”

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But at total emptiness forever

“Come out…to show them”

I’ve opened that wrong door

The love is BRUTAL

What a paradise

Who am I now

“I had to…like open the bruise up and let some bruise blood…”

Nothing to think with

Nothing to love

Nothing to link with

That is what we fear

The anesthetic from which none come round

Nothing to think with

Nothing to love

Nothing to link with

That is what we fear

The anesthetic from which none come round

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