歌词
The smell, of wet soil, carries my mind to a distant place
to a dark moment of my existence
lying in dust, while a stone is forming in the way
hiding me from myself, burning my hands and clouding my vision
overwhelmed by frustration and apathy, digging in the dirt
Through grief I wander, walking among emotional ends
in an endless lethargy, misfortune is the cornerstone of my agony
ever-present, omnipresent
all this life is an oppressive place...
as walking among shtrobs towards nothingness
smothering, meaningless
somberly suffocating...
in a total lack of sanity, in a total rejection
it’s a tortuous stretch, a ciclic gloom
a desolate path among sad meditations
a vicious circle with no way out
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