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letra de experiment a - gold season

manual breathing, you’ll never leave,
bring me a knife and a mind to mould

(she’s fighting)

the thought reforming,
never thought to warn me,
hold on tight innocent soul

(stay hiding now)

oh what these people will give for a promise of heaven

black candle, white smoke, beaming blue eyes before she spoke
your perception is not your posession anymore
hands idle, no use, we’ll find some work for you.
she hasn’t been the same since the rapture

you always answer with a question, i’m always grinding down my teeth
how can you say what i don’t know won’t hurt me?

strapped under lab tables, in this form fitting mask,
her mind is ours to mould, you know
lotus to find solace,
useful and clinically dead
i am the one you’d love to know

cortex cut, she’s gone,
follow the light to which you’re drawn
your perception is not your posession anymore
excluded, cast out, they won’t believe you now
she hasn’t been the same since
playing god is being god, make your slave race in the sandbox
every const-tuent drooling dialect from a
slouching jaw
subserve me
wandering minds are dangerous, reprogram, reposess
human commodity
don’t you ever f-cking question this process

you always answer with a question, a rhetoric
or so to speak
don’t lose your mind or someone else will find it surely

strapped under lab tables, in this form fitting mask,
her mind is ours to mould, you know
lotus to find solace,
useful and clinically dead
i am the one you’d love to know.

- gold season

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