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Lyrics
The taste of life is out of reach The inside digesting the grace to design and soon to expel Intangible rests a movement A scent for you to breed A model to swallow for all generations No more need to create I am perfection The supreme impure being you wish to become The eye spy of our foul mother Obvious as it is the same sphere Today space and time stand against together They're just unstable tools No science anymore Finally nobody's role to understand
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 05:40
- Tempo
- 83 BPM