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I hear this...
"Memento Audere Semper"
Along the street Death walks... crawling Throwing wither orchid flowers, And Death sings, sings, a song With his watch in time.
And Death sings, sings... Would you mind if I die? And Death sings, sings, sings Would you mind if I die?
I write about sensations, Moods and apparitions While people give parties To cover the silence.
There is no sense in feeling remorse ...For a thing you could not control.
What did you want When you continued to ask? {What did you!} want When you continued to ask?
My energies must be direct to an act ...I continually research.
[A sure channel to address! My emotive contradictions!]
I yearn they have a positive origin Intolerant towards imperfection.
I practice a secret auto-therapy, {I practice...!} a personal and secret auto-therapy.
[Against the shame... Of publicly showing Our own signs!]
[Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper!]
Along the street Death walks... crawling Throwing wither orchid flowers, And Death sings, sings, a song With his watch in time, And Death sings, sings, sings It sings, sings... it sings.
I hear this...
"Memento Audere Semper"
Along the street Death walks... crawling Throwing wither orchid flowers, And Death sings, sings, a song With his watch in time.
And Death sings, sings... Would you mind if I die? And Death sings, sings, sings Would you mind if I die?
I write about sensations, Moods and apparitions While people give parties To cover the silence.
There is no sense in feeling remorse ...For a thing you could not control.
And Death sings, sings... Would you mind if I die? And Death sings, sings, sings Would you mind if I die?
What did you want When you continued to ask? {What did you!} want When you continued to ask?
My energies must be direct to an act ...I continually research.
[A sure channel to address! My emotive contradictions!]
I yearn they have a positive origin Intolerant towards imperfection.
I practice a secret auto-therapy, {I practice...!} a personal and secret auto-therapy.
[Against the shame... Of publicly showing Our own signs!]
[Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper!]
[Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper! Memento Audere Semper!]
Along the street Death walks... crawling Throwing wither orchid flowers, And Death sings, sings, a song With his watch in time, And Death sings, sings, sings It sings, sings... it sings.