Colosseum  - Aesthetics of the Grotesque


Murder becomes essential in preserving the worlds beyond within 
Last night I slept with mother earth 
She become my precious whore 

Now night breeds the flock of stillborn thoughts 
There's nothing more 
Flesh and soul are but words 
Insomniacs transparent phantasms 

Worlds within worlds 
Unchanging chemistry and science 
Sleep for you'll never see any of me 
No.. 

Now I'm standing under bloody rain 
I wish I had had words, but they never came 

Now i'm standing beside the dead 
I wish I had had something I've never imagined 
You're just one, one among others 
They're taking me away.. 
Away for good

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