Ofb1t - Time (in the Fuck Clef)

Nothing matters anymore, I say Memento Mori
Nothing! Useless, Life's a bitch that dreams of Nothing, cunning
Instead of blood it's heart pumps mud

And mud was made to wallow in, like we're the crud
Time gives us time to live while digging our graves We are time, for Time
And it is unforgiving, no enough time for living

Time

Gives us the chance to fuck all up misunderstanding Every fuckin word
It's up to us if we we still play the game or lift the knife
If I'm right, I'm wrong
And laughs at us deforming our thought, won't let us know it

Time, time
Time, time

Life creates itself to kill itself, it's suicidal
It's not on G, it's not on C, it's music's written on the Fuck Clef
Hears when it's deaf, shits without rest
Life is time and time is flesh and death is always fresh

Time flies and dresses up with lingerie of happiness
And gets undressed only when hiding from our consciousness
Chaos reigns before it's dream
And nothing can't ever be algo porque algo aquí es nada
Ratatatata ratatatata dada, dada, dada
Time is relative and irrelative
Nothing's imperative, it's just anarchic, suicidal

Time, time
Time, time

Written by:
MARIO ALBERTO NAVARRO ASSAD

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