The Blade Of My Brain Songtext
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Old world, so shining,
your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind.
All your sweet abundance
is now a repulsive lie to my life.
I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace,
I want to see beyond appearances.
The blade of my brain is ready to believe:
there's the need of something else�
your scent is like (a) rusty dream in my mind.
All your sweet abundance
is now a repulsive lie to my life.
I want to rest, to feel the taste of peace,
I want to see beyond appearances.
The blade of my brain is ready to believe:
there's the need of something else�
I'LL TRY TO BREAK THE SILLY THINGS,
(THE) MORBID BRAIN OF A SAINT WITHOUT A SOUL TO KNOW,
I'LL TRY TO TASTE (THE) EARTHLY GOODS
AND THE PAIN OF A FRIEND, WITH MY ANIMAL SENSE.
It's my new religion,
or if you want our new world, new time.
So (the) revolution can start,
simply, in the respect of human things
(THE) MORBID BRAIN OF A SAINT WITHOUT A SOUL TO KNOW,
I'LL TRY TO TASTE (THE) EARTHLY GOODS
AND THE PAIN OF A FRIEND, WITH MY ANIMAL SENSE.
It's my new religion,
or if you want our new world, new time.
So (the) revolution can start,
simply, in the respect of human things
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