Lyrics Your Skin Won't Hide You - Emptiness
                                                Crush 
                                                this 
                                                boring 
                                                starving 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                naming 
                                                days 
                                                with 
                                                insults
 
                                    
                                
                                                Helping 
                                                the 
                                                seconds 
                                                to 
                                                trap 
                                                the 
                                                minutes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Allow 
                                                the 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                finish 
                                                itself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aged, 
                                                often 
                                                bitten 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                needle
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                horizontal 
                                                being 
                                                wrinkles 
                                                to 
                                                speak
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                course 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                escape 
                                                from 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                bribe 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                and 
                                                its 
                                                offspring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snatch 
                                                this 
                                                breaking 
                                                distance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Embrace 
                                                infinity 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                house
 
                                    
                                
                                                Measurement, 
                                                frustration
 
                                    
                                
                                                Kill 
                                                the 
                                                journey, 
                                                kill 
                                                the 
                                                eagle
 
                                    
                                
                                                That′s 
                                                it...
 
                                    
                                
                                                Leave 
                                                space 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                close 
                                                thing 
                                                to 
                                                become
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                faraway 
                                                not 
                                                the 
                                                same 
                                                for 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Except 
                                                when 
                                                it's 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                low
 
                                    
                                
                                                Directions 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                place 
                                                that 
                                                soaks 
                                                itself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Flesh, 
                                                only 
                                                the 
                                                body
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                flesh, 
                                                worse 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                mind
 
                                    
                                
                                                Worse 
                                                than 
                                                the 
                                                brain 
                                                projecting 
                                                failures
 
                                    
                                
                                                Directions 
                                                should 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                place
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                place 
                                                that 
                                                soaks 
                                                itself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mind, 
                                                worse 
                                                than 
                                                flesh, 
                                                worse 
                                                than 
                                                ennui
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                tale 
                                                for 
                                                this 
                                                flesh, 
                                                to 
                                                capture 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                the 
                                                reflexion 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                eve,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Brain 
                                                wants 
                                                to 
                                                want, 
                                                brain 
                                                wants 
                                                to 
                                                sell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Life 
                                                doesn't 
                                                exist, 
                                                or 
                                                sometimes
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                it's 
                                                too 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                die 
                                                without
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                it 
                                                flies, 
                                                to 
                                                    a 
                                                god
 
                                    
                                
                                                No... 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                probably 
                                                not
 
                                    
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