Dissertation Of An Idle Voice
Bless the coming resurgence
The bitter lure of the repeat philosophy
Don't trust progress they marked as love
The main substance just calls for blood
(Don't trust)
Don't trust their so-called solution
They'll stab the nails in your hand and
And call it purity
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
You don't need to cut out your heart
Nothing is falling apart
You don't need to cut out your heart
There's such beauty in writing your part
Disertación de una Voz Ociosa
Bendice la próxima resurgencia
El amargo atractivo de la filosofía repetida
No confíes en el progreso que marcaron como amor
La principal sustancia solo pide sangre
(No confíes)
No confíes en su supuesta solución
Clavarán los clavos en tu mano y
Y lo llamarán pureza
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Nada se está desmoronando
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Hay tanta belleza en escribir tu parte
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Nada se está desmoronando
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Hay tanta belleza en escribir tu parte
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Nada se está desmoronando
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Hay tanta belleza en escribir tu parte
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Nada se está desmoronando
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Hay tanta belleza en escribir tu parte
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Nada se está desmoronando
No necesitas arrancarte el corazón
Hay tanta belleza en escribir tu parte