Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

Shorn of apocryphal pride, the locks falls predicting strife. Cranium
exposed, denial of aesthetic. Push it a little farther. All of this burnt to
ashes, all of this torn to rags. I don´t know what the fuck have I become?

Synapses snapping mortality decimated. Breakdown whiskey shifts hate into
overdrive. Realizing it´s murder of the self so clean. Hand reaches out
desecrates impunity. Ripping away foundation´s identity replacing with
shame. Transgression mythologized, indiscretions immortalized. Anger
inflamed with dry rot, pushing towards severance. What a bloody mess.
Visiting dark sites unknown, grief lands like a ton of bricks. All of this
burnt to ashes, all of this torn to rags...