wormhole - wave quake generator plasma artillery cannon كلمات الأغنية

civilization type
mercenary
a sharp pressure in my mouth

wave quake generator
plasma artillery

perpetual state of suffering
longing for return

but i stand in the middle of the forgotten

the taste of aluminum
lingers in my mouth
i cannot breathe
i struggle to be

i feel the tip of the needle
as it runs down my tongue
it grazes the side
a pinch

prior to injection

but there is nothing left of me
their world will always be pretentious
and i’ve still yet to see
if there anything left for us

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