Received a package with a bestial grunt
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Between two flattened streets patrolled by
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Thoughts
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A mechanical taste in my mouth
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Seems to be my last demand
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My words walk in the groove
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Hacking through my bleeding heart
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Although my lips they moved your voice
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With teutonic freeze into the deep
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And the silence I observe
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Says it's worth a little pain
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No matter where no matter how
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The silence I observe, it's worth the pain
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The silence I observe, my bleeding heart
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The silence I observe
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The Silence I Observe
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| Disharmonic Orchestra |
