Letra de Ignus Fatuus
Mutilation Rites
Ignus Fatuus
Mutilation Rites
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Mutilation Rites
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Where do we find solace at strange times at night
With liars and empty bottles
Thoughts numb and blur
And volition to move is lost
Lucidity serves no purpose
And anxiety induces a comatose state
Where could it end
We can lose control
Induce a panic state
Clear thoughts cut through a fog of illness
Dilated pupils and images of open arms
With liars and empty bottles
Thoughts numb and blur
And volition to move is lost
Lucidity serves no purpose
And anxiety induces a comatose state
Where could it end
We can lose control
Induce a panic state
Clear thoughts cut through a fog of illness
Dilated pupils and images of open arms
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