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dessert sessions collective - summer of dying كلمات الأغنية

the rays of gold are shining
people are laughing and smiling
but i’m just sittin’ here
smack in the summer of dying

don’t know how many boats were sent
deflated ego cost me one cent
getting slammed by misery
try to dress it as epiphany
i’m lost in the dark jungles of history

try to stand
these 2’s and 5’s are k!llin’ me
i knew a score and some ago
hitting a high note
had a hint of the ominous

california’s cursed
by the vampire cults
freezing weather first
before the catеrpillar moults

this mountain to climb
i know all too well
spent my life in thе valley
’cause the future cliffs
from which i already fell
i still think about you
read your words like yesterday
they echo my own
everyone wants some kind of fame

one by one things shut down
with each month, each year
the only growing i’m doing is apart
from the rest of humanity

we all have busy lives
keep at it in the drunken hive
while i sit back and see what’s happening
this haute couture nosedive

there’s no light at the end of the tunnel
just a sucking gaping black hole
we all slow_creep closer to it
godd_mn this game, i fold

the only thing hotter than the weather
is people’s rage
love only goes so far
once you reach a certain age

take me to violent and disturbing dreams
where 100 demon beasts dismember me
at least i can forget who i really am
let my blood write about this tawdry sham
somewhere over the rainbow
flies a bomber plane
life’s either a big joke or a funeral
for that thought_ people call me insane

a judas in the circle
where were you the other day?
it’s not too hard to see
just where you stood and lay..

don’t call anymore
you’ll just waste your time
it’s something you value highly
a lot more than mine…

wish i had a thompson gun
yet i have a potato shooter
two hundred species gone a day
humankind_ no living race cruder

when i think about the future
countless hours towards nothing
anhedonia’s the word of the day
this time i ain’t bluffing

it’s all been milked dry
either that or ghettoized
perks and handouts are a thing of the past
all that’s left can’t even be spoken

- dessert sessions collective

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