Rorschach Test- Demidead Songtext
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Rorschach Test- Demidead Songtext
A peregrine with burned wings
A demon staring at my true within
This black and white world is scanning me, and
makes me blur
Not even colors blend the fear of my inner self
I flinch
Panic drips from every inch of my skin
I try to keep my self-control
But the hole in my chest swallows the rest
And turns my will into ashes
I see how it′s grueling
Trying to live how you wish
You'll stand, but in someone else′s way
Run fast or you're the prey
"Tread" is the primary order
Other's despair eases the weight on your
shoulders
I always hear words of kindness
The pocket full of lies, full of dumb shit
They keep telling us that holding hands
We are probing the sky
The promised future is bright and wide
But while we tend ourselves to the stars
We quick slash our fuckin′ arms
This is not some kind of test
Not a Rorschach one
A fucking Rorschach test
I wish it′s a curse confined in my mind
But it ain't, it ain′t, it ain't
A soldier, a stick in hand
To another man of another land
The greed of politics strikes again
As we die in different colors
bathe in foreign flags
Mounds of bones between city debris
Human sins from artifice rights
Bright is the hole where the forgotten rots
In the glory of an hypocrite
Can you see, this fratricide agony?
The broken flesh on this painting
This system is our only option
The sole to progress is poors′ hopes abortion
They're faking us that holding hands we′re
searching the sky
But the promised future is a lie
And while we're trying to heal this planet's scars
We keep slashin′ our fuckin′ arms
This is not some kind of test
Not a Rorschach one (it ain't, I ain′t)
A fucking Rorschach test
I wish it was a curse confined in my mind
But it ain't, it ain′t, it ain't
This is not
This is not
This is not a fucking Rorschach test
A demon staring at my true within
This black and white world is scanning me, and
makes me blur
Not even colors blend the fear of my inner self
I flinch
Panic drips from every inch of my skin
I try to keep my self-control
But the hole in my chest swallows the rest
And turns my will into ashes
I see how it′s grueling
Trying to live how you wish
You'll stand, but in someone else′s way
Run fast or you're the prey
"Tread" is the primary order
Other's despair eases the weight on your
shoulders
I always hear words of kindness
The pocket full of lies, full of dumb shit
They keep telling us that holding hands
We are probing the sky
The promised future is bright and wide
But while we tend ourselves to the stars
We quick slash our fuckin′ arms
This is not some kind of test
Not a Rorschach one
A fucking Rorschach test
I wish it′s a curse confined in my mind
But it ain't, it ain′t, it ain't
A soldier, a stick in hand
To another man of another land
The greed of politics strikes again
As we die in different colors
bathe in foreign flags
Mounds of bones between city debris
Human sins from artifice rights
Bright is the hole where the forgotten rots
In the glory of an hypocrite
Can you see, this fratricide agony?
The broken flesh on this painting
This system is our only option
The sole to progress is poors′ hopes abortion
They're faking us that holding hands we′re
searching the sky
But the promised future is a lie
And while we're trying to heal this planet's scars
We keep slashin′ our fuckin′ arms
This is not some kind of test
Not a Rorschach one (it ain't, I ain′t)
A fucking Rorschach test
I wish it was a curse confined in my mind
But it ain't, it ain′t, it ain't
This is not
This is not
This is not a fucking Rorschach test
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