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This is a sister of tricks of conscience
Betrayed by a sick grace
Being like Satan and Adam
It′s a crime and it's a fake
We sleep in the desert of time
Life passes by the sharp edge
Life is thrown in directions
And consumed in between early and late
You cuss and
Cry of time
You stink like water
You′re oil as the autumn


You're nothing
And bring to nothing
The axis of the female
And the axis of the male
The axis of the female
And the axis of the male
I cannot hear but listen to you
I cannot hear but listen to you
I cannot hear but listen to you
I cannot hear but listen to you
I cannot hear but listen to you
I cannot hear but listen to you