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We’re three wounded spark lights

searching for shelter

we’ll reach the climax

and we will swelter

avoiding everything neutral

escaping from the fate

their pulse withers from vital

the white one holds the gate

candle that gutters

no pain means nothing to complain

too bad, we’ve got memory instead

we fear future, get me out of this

if I’m not leaving, what am I doing here???

avoiding everything neutral

escaping from the fate

their pulse withers from vital

the white one holds the gate

candle that gutters

This feels like the core, within our minds

urges have grow up, we are dynamite

attacking right there, where nerves twist in pain

all is the same, the sec never ends

chromatic is white colors sound back

rise in a sight, smell the inner light

but she is not done yet, intermittently is heard

she’s liquid quite light, the mother of white

Biting her nest dead blood feeds her twins

now lives on a brick with children and shit