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Akatastasia

...welcome to my schizoid world...

Condemned to live with scars

Despite of my urge to hide and die

Leisurely I blur all desire

And never externalize my fire to be alive

My apathy grows anew

I nuzzle behind a hood

Of free falling constancy

Conspiracy genetic legacy

In simple words my pain

This white stuff which I take

To wash all dirt in myself

I know I’ll become the prisoner

Bury me in the heart of a stonewall

I would like to die

(free) falling endearment of a knife

Getting my breast is just a gibe

...help...

I exist 'cos I smeared

Ashes to heat me from mother earth

I eat I drink I fall asleep

I think 'bout double-bottom of my heart

My apathy grows anew

I nuzzle behind a hood

Of free falling constancy

Conspiracy genetic legacy

In simple words my pain

This white stuff which I take

To wash all dirt in myself

I know I’ll become the prisoner

Bury me in the heart of a stonewall

I would like to die

(free) falling endearment of a knife

Getting my breast is just a gibe

...sacrifying for solitude my real name...