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lyrics
Crooked, I believe
Built with some idea but no explanation
This place was a mess, I tell you
Not for a long time this building resisted the forces of devil
It surrendered right away, I mean
Cheap, modern crap
I didn’t need it, you didn’t need it
Nothing ever comes from there,
It’s hallow and silent
Disciplined with the sound of this killing machine
Lord, I spill the wine
I don’t need a fancy tale
J: We flip in and out of history losing our trail
T: Rug of leaves will cover my trail
Got no reason why
J: We believe in upper bail
Sound of falling leaves will fill our empty vale
T: Our faces turn pale
With sound of gods removed from our empty vale
J: Stalled from saturation, bored with conversation, walking empty streets, dying on our feet.
Leaving every station, doomed from separation, god I hate being accused
T: High concentration, thick integration, the best way we can breed with far more higher speed.
Exact observation, high coordination, god I hate being accused
The machine keeps turning
I feel the ground is shaking and leaking
Transparency, white cloud of... eh
They handed me a notice and gave me some money
The place gotten erased from the memory
Merged with the kind of vibe in the air
The vibe of well, you know
credits
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released August 3, 2012
baritone missile: Konrad Smoleński
drums: Daniel Szwed
vocals: Kuba Ziołek, Łukasz Jędrzejczak
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