Circle Takes the Square Disclaimer to the Self Letras:
The demons swallowed treasures, replaced hymns
with evil deeds scribed in chicken scratch
compositions in the black halls beneath this
filthy city. Laced with shit, this love affair all
black hearts, and tragic heights. Keep on
listening to our sanguine symphony. We'll keep
conducting the color of midnight. When the muse
whispers her forked tongue lulls me to sleep. You
must be mistaken my darling. This is not the
prelude to a kiss, this is obsession, void of
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aesthetics, lacking compassion, a disclaimer to
the self, you sought your god in the tempest of
self severed strings hammered out in the key of X.
This is the new cutting edge. Sixth sense
limitations dragging me down. Your transcendence
of nothing has fueled the flames of our choir.
This is my therapy, singing the praises of razor
wire. Embrace the sweet sound of self destruction.
Wield words like knives and razor wire. A kiss
goodbye is a kiss of death. Conducting our ballad
with seven broken strings. A sound so sanguine
until our ears bleed. Orchestrating until we
bleed.
Letras: Disclaimer to the Self Circle Takes the Square [final]