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letra de 煉獄 [we rest forever, goodnight] - airospace

[part 1]

[verse 1]
let’s make a diagram hearts set for preparation
[?] sketch it around your motivation
all the fears created a bar and barricade for patience
so you bang your head against the wall in hopes that you can make it
life is what you make it
so with a sudden [?] to your neck
in such unprecedented accident
crying in distresses
viable a prospect [?]
i’m just [?] this is sorrow and detest
[?] of death
i’m doing this for victims to the suicidal ledge
all the [?] that you jump
the volume of our cynicism
the value of the notes
drowning hopes and [?] intricism
fall into a chasm to the center of the universe
looking through the other side of the gl-ss for your clueless worth
half empty or half full?
procession of a blind fool
if god never existed, who the f-ck would design you?

[hook]
let’s understand this system right
i never seem to get it right
just leave me alone
i just wanna be alone
let’s understand this system right
i never seem to get it right
just leave me alone

[verse 2]
i lived in many different homes
subtle changes to environment
they all mimic [?] requirement
is it easy to love me?
is it easy to please me?
leave me diseased without something
these needles are puncturing
waltzing on these eggsh-lls like i’m dancing for my freedom
searching for these skeletons to find one to believe in
[?] changing with the pacing of the seasons
every summer is like winter so i’m falling for the treason
this black & mild hits me
i’m [?] and tripping
losing footing, never pushed, and i’m reaching for the ceiling
feeling… feeling… what the f-ck is that?
frozen on the bases [?]
nostalgic constant record spin
dissolve, i’m falling yet again
[?] karma settles in
i’m calling god to let me in
but heaven’s probably overbooked [?]
we probably all seeing heaven soon, but no one wants to listen

[interlude: tsukimonogatari sample (translated)]
senjougahara: he never lived with the expectation of permanence among his friendships
perhaps he didn’t want his life to calm down
now, i have to admit i found it to be a cool perspective on life
but, if that’s the sort of thing that’s cool, then i don’t think being cool is worth it
hanekawa would say the same, wouldn’t she?
she stopped telling you to follow your nature so much, didn’t she?
araragi: that reminds me
i wonder what she’s doing these days
senjougahara: who knows?
i’d say she’s probably still looking for oshino
it seems like she’s pursuing some of her own angles too
araragi: tadatsuru told me to find oshino too
perhaps i should talk to hanakawa a- oh
-bout that
so i was thinking about dropping by on the way home
senjougahara: i see
i have something to ask of you, then
do it tomorrow

[part 2]

[verse 3]
i’ve been looking for you, come back
where the h-ll you go? you should know that i love that
why we playing difficult? this pain is all residual
i’m k!lling the rhythm i’m living in prison and this is to say that i’m missing you
come on, baby don’t leave
we’re just sitting on this burning island shooting up the breeze
nothing here is proper, girl, and you’re my only copter
going off my f-cking rocker, kissing love like she’s a doctor
and i guess we’re high as f-ck
your -ss is just as perfect as our distance from the sun
and you are just as perfect as the moment when we c-m
when i look into your eye-clouds, the sky just opens up
if only i could separate what’s real from what’s concealed
gym cl-ss perry this side shoulder revealed
your sp-ce is in an asylum and we’re aching to be healed
’cause i’m not good enough for you and god will never be as real
and i will always be the devil’s friend ’cause cupid k!lls
if the cosmos made me love you then our horoscopes can feel
just bless me with your pen
stencil in the liquid ink distractions on your legs
permanently serve against skin up on my chest
drawing up a target from the temple of my head
into the solid place of time and sp-ce where graces will resounds instead
rib piercing, excruciating pain, then my dame starts to hear things
i’ve fallen to the asphalt and i’m bleeding to my jeans
the world turns their cameras on and angels start to sing
she holds my only organ pumping blood throughout my means
the literal epitome of “it never is what it seems”
but the pedestal you’re on isn’t far beyond your dreams
systemic anesthesia
numb my whole atomic structure
or go back in time and never tell me that you f-cked up

- airospace

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