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Gumface

Just feel the pain in the surface,
Misted glass prevents me to look out

The air turns into a cloudy gas
Slowly pierces the livid flesh
I’m missing the forces, guy
What’s your rancor?
What’s your pleasure?
Roar in broad daylight!

I’m in a state of confusion
I can’t understand, I was with you
I can’t understand I’m sure, your last words “it’s all right”!

Unbridled fury on my body
Dust in the eyes, marks on the face
Marks, marks, marks, the thick taste of blood in mouth

Now your pretty back can’t back
Now your pretty back ,pretty back can’t back
Now your pretty back, Now your pretty back
Now your pretty back

The storm of your infected blood
Your torn face instill the sea

The air turns into a cloudy gas
Slowly pierces the livid flesh
I’m missing the forces, guy

What’s your rancor?
What’s your pleasure?
Roar in broad daylight! x2

The car is hot, swollen gas
And his rancid stench stuck in my nose
Snapped something in me, maybe terror, instinct of survival

I had to delete everything about him,
Just delete him, nothing would have stopped me!

Now your pretty back can’t back

The storm of your infected blood
Your torn face instill the sea x2

Don’t breathe, don’t move, remain on the ground!
You must trust me! Will be all right!
blood pressure slows, yet few inches to be cut
Derelict in my arms, derelict in my arms.

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from Panic et Circenses, released February 1, 2011

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