Neurotic Machinery - Particles

Scorched land behind me tells a story of waste
Particles of ash in the air resemble myself
Scorched land behind me tells a story of waste
Particles of ash in the air resemble myself
Like a leach the outer world suck onto me
Bit by bit it steals away my energy
Pressure tramples my personal tranquillity
Claims a twitch here and there, amounts to infinity
Time isn't a cure, it's a curse, always in short supply
Time doesn't heal, there's no retry
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
With every second I let them have
A part of myself dissolves in space
With every moment I'm forced to give away
I let go of another particle of me
One step closer to lose my identity
I've trapped myself in a maze
Schizophrenic between two images
What I'm made and what I would become
It's impossible to disambiguate
Which one's the sculpture chiseled out of me
My particles keep disappearing
An inner fight is raging inside me
Screams bursting out
They watch as I make the choice
As I cut off the head of one of the beasts
Time isn't a cure, it's a curse, always in short supply
Time doesn't heal, there's no retry
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
It bleeds you out
Scorched land behind me tells a story of waste
Particles of ash in the air resemble myself
Scorched land behind me tells a story of waste
Particles of ash in the air resemble myself

Written by:
Jan Pilík

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