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letra de null - better left for tomorrow

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conjure conjecture
set fire to the pasture
confer convert
burn down the order

“capture creativity
bar in the levity
castrate the conscience
let go of consciousness”

forsake plausibility
for the sake of possibility
forego probability
before you go pray to false gods

descend into the h-ll
of self-knowledge
only then will we achieve godliness
descend into the h-ll
of self-knowledge
only then will we achieve godliness

the death of dogma
is the birth of
the death of dogma
is the birth of morality

“in a world without shadow
we seek to conceal
searching inside
we ask what is left to reveal
k!ll off the weak breed incest
control the rest while we all regress”

forsake plausibility
for the sake of possibility
forego probability
before you go pray to false gods

some
thing
in
side
stirs
you
burn
nothing was ever the same again
nothing was the same

they have you in their crosshair
there’s no escape from camera feed glare
paralysis sets in, continue to stare
paralysis sets in, glad you took that dare?

glad you took that dare?
well if you weren’t aware
this world hangs by more than a few threads
threads plucked by indifferent hands
but now we see red

glad you took that dare?
well if you weren’t aware
this world hangs by more than a few threads
threads plucked by indifferent hands
but now we see red

now we see red
now we reap the blood of the heretic
the singular heretic
singular as transgression is unprecedented
set the precedent

how you move in times of ardor
(proves the person you are)

now we see red
red of p-ssion, red of war
red of the likes we’ve never seen before
“they don’t seek progress, they just mutilate what they do not understand”

oh, how you move in times of ardor
proves the person you are

so who are you
you can never escape from us
can’t wait to see what awaits for prime suspect #1

she burns
and this self-immolation stratagem
becomes
all i’d care for
if only that ephemeral fruit
would p-ss
i could move past
this atavistic clash

this cataclysmic catastrophe
this trite altruistic travesty
the river bed is dry as my mind implodes into unreality

back to the start
let’s go back to the origin

originator of sin
you’ve drowned us all in dystopia
all that’s left is this he-rs- called culture
all that’s left is this he-rs- called culture

- better left for tomorrow

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