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Don't Try To Raise To My Blind, Bitch!

from Metamorphosis by The Palindrome Sequence

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You play with your value, you always bet it
The green monster moves the need
Push your soul into the middle of the table
While you're rubbing your sweaty palm

The friendship against the chief
You spit him on face, with a smile on your face, and you bite out his eye

Because it’s the mirror of the soul
Forces on sholuders, like on the balance
Their weight push you down, or fool you into

Trasnformed machines, programmed processes: Counting, Betting, Winning

At the end where there’s only barrened wasteland, bet your last cooper
Standing by the table looted by

Lay our head to rest, the hope keeps you always warm.
Think that: Shit can happen

But there’s a wizard, who’s separated by appreciation. Reclining upon emotions, that triggers the embarrassment. And it causes destruction, this is the only way to survive.

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from Metamorphosis, track released January 17, 2012

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