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letra de conscientia (anima hatter) - blue saint

[intro]
(anima)
“here is a lady with a glorious talent and a most wonderful voice.”
“just calling to see if you’d followed your conscience yet.”
“it takes time to crack a pearl, that’s alright, it just makes that jewel a lot more desirable”
“are you my conscience?”
“y-y-y-yeah, i’m your conscience”

[verse 1]
met a girl who’s world is a whirl of hurled burrs
curled was her hair, sir she’s in h-ll
i observed, her stare, she inhaled
took a breathe and then left, like ishmael
to a wilting, wilderness with will teared
she wilted and entered an abyss, well
what’s she supposed to do?
when the risk held, could rip her to shreds, in instant
and her intent, was to inject an inner sense
of innocence to the insolents
d-mn, ah
the sinner let’s, in, things that threaten your inners, yet
she wanted to help me, but i was so unkempt
i kept telling her to step, but she whispered gently
“mister, let’s see, you’ve slipped up many, a time
stop following lamith tramell, please!”
a tear escaped
secreted from glands
cascaded, till it, created a land
i was patient as i waited with hands..
open
she waved out a strand
of her hair, as she went up to stand
took my hand, and said to me “dan, what’s wrong”
i said “nothing grand”…
face confirmed concern appropriate
she’s a pearl but she glared with, cold fear..
she comes from conscientia
a place made of glazed paves, it’s so clear
she appraised my soul, oh weird
cos we share the same, soul dear
and what’s the name of this dame
she whispered faster:
“my name is, anima hatter”

[break]
“see life, a future, hinges on each of a thousand choices… living is making choices!”
“choice, the problem is choice.”
(anima)
“you’ve been developing a distinctly feminine anima and i do not like it.”

[verse 2]
the choices we’re given, interwoven decisions
i was closed up by thinking, in closed up positions
the precision of seeing visions, in unwilling prisons, can leave you feeling
like your future’s a tip man
but seeing villains imprisoned in prisms of spilling schisms
starts to make me think d-mn
i’m living alright, matter fact, i’m living, alright?
oh my gosh i’m living the life
compared to others in constant carnage, i live in the light
compared to others that suffer despondent cities of strife
anima told me lamith a “demon in a dress
she’s using you”, but i’m enthused by her caress
consumed by the fumes that she exudes, from her blessed
bloomed figure, can’t see she’ll soon ruin me, i guess
you learn the hard way
she kissed me on my neck, step to the alleys of intemperance
a place that can carry intents against
moral values that we have see, it is intense
and there we go
lamith tramell say “hey let’s go”
but i don’t know, man i don’t know
but she say “c’mon, lets go
to dark alleys, furthermore
let’s follow sin until we old”
i said “no, now let me go”
but she held on, tore her clothes
and everybody know that we just go
everybody know that we just go
been doing this, but i don’t know
don’t wanna do this anymore
i don’t wanna do this anymore
but i don’t think that i can go
i don’t think that i can cope
i don’t think that i can cope
i don’t think that i can cope

[mr. guide]
this exactly what happens, when we live like this
what temptation can do to a man

[verse 3]
anima told me this would happen
but i was so obtuse
i had no clue i was distracted
she looked at me, moved
by the views i had captured
i walked away, she pursued
she said “it’s cool, in fact it’s fine that
you went through, what you went through”
i said “why’s that?” (huh?)
and i said “why’s that?”
she said “go to seas of memories
crystal ball of mynd, thats
where you’ll find recipes
that’ll bring you right back to the fine past”
-age ten-
kerry annoyed that i turned her down
so she went to get some boys
to go and jump me wow
(wow)
but all i did was turn around
turned the other cheek, left
got up off the ground
she wept that i never frowned
just had a smile on me, like a funny clown
-age nine-
girl tried to kiss me when no-one around
but i felt it was wrong, so i pushed her down
that’s the same year naomi had asked me out
gave her a hug, cos i’d said “no” and she teared out
-thirteen-
i knew girls that had been around
i mean they thirteen and they’d been around
what the hecks the conscience that we live in?
cos this the game that we live in
a place that’s viscous with sin and i’m tryna be better than them

- blue saint

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