Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Art Of Dying”
- Breathing slowly, mechanical heartbeat losing contact with the living almighty TV plugged, hybrid empty brain don't see anything real in the game the tension is building constantly no reason just a reflex I have, driven by clockwork I try to keep an eye open and I realize I haven't close my eyes in a long time Neglected emotions leading to catastrophic voyage on the other side I have been given so much stress and lack of confidence I've been given the gift of so small hope deep inside I haven't close my eyes in a long time, I am trying I cannot stomach these forms and colors anymore but I'm here to continue, after all I have been through I try to keep my eyes open, I am realizing this life and death more precious than anything I won't bring no material in the after life take no possessions, I would rather travel light I'm of this kind that kills all day but I don't know yet how to die Art of dying, is the way to let all go within I practice in the secret of my soul my shape in the reflector has now for ever, a life on it's own
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