Deathbell  (Sz.: Bakos Brigitta; Z.: Angelus)

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Space trembles
While the silent is droping down
Splinters pierce our head
Time initiates into torso twins

Gutter - gutter - brainanaemic
rocked the people
Cry - cry - nobody dreamt
the wrong of right
Foreign - foreign - somewhere in airspace
Foreign - broke in two albumin of moon

We fade away in a mirror under our forehead
We try to lead our broken life

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Foreign mouthes fly to your mouth
And I'm dipping mind into your eyes
But I'm not sure about it:
"You will be good for me"

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Truth - on silver cart come to your mind
Truth - in secret lie - lie

In fancy - instinct - instinct
Subside the time - empty fleshcrowd

We fade away in a mirror under our forehead
We try to lead our broken life

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