The Academy is... Memento Mori Letras:
This will die out. Narrative: Fear. a fever is
dancing in stride with our metronome memory
hipocracy here. painting a portrait that´s
dripping with crass composition fumbled trust, the
father is dead. cathedrals are burning lies fuel
fires, fear burns red, now I´m cold. ***going
inside of our heads. when we whisper: danger,
danger, pull the lever. turn the page and I burn
better in the morning. Heartlessness. Narratives.
Christ, where'd you go? Impassioned. Abandoned.
Why, you were wrong. this will die out. Narrative
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fear. a fever is dancing in stride. Metronome
memory. hipocracy here. it´s painting a portrait
that´s screaming "the silence of dying."
fumbled trust, the father is dead. cathedrals are
burning. lies fuel fires. fear burns red and I´m
cold. ***going inside of our heads. when we
whisper: danger, danger, pull the lever and I burn
better in the morning. Heartlessness. Narratives.
Christ, where'd you go? Impassioned. Abandoned.
Why, you were wrong. *long random talking*
Heartlessness. Narratives. Christ, where'd you go?
Impassioned. Abandoned. Why, you were wrong. we´ve
forgotten how to read. we´ve forgotten how to
believe. the text has gone dark. the author recedes.
Letras: Memento Mori The Academy is... [final]