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[A personal note]
An occasional foray into electronic darkwave with harsh vocals. Getting ill just before recording proved quite helpful.
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The windows - shut,
But day is to begin,
So sun is rising from
A vase upon my table,
I'm fear'd with 'Barbie' six feet long,
That wishes to be raped
To have a punishment
For cyanide crystals in my cup...
But poison fails to have effect
Upon my system,
As a deformed cup's overfilled
With my grey depression juice,
So all this mixture's vapourizing
Down there on the floor,
A bitter almond weaker fragrance
Brings no harm...
Preserve your sense of rightness for somebody else,
I'm not a toy for you but you for me must be,
Six feet long Barbie-doll, hell! You don't stare at me,
But watch your head, it's gonna fall again!
Three colours: brown, grey
And cyan-blue -
Dirt, dust and paint-can of
Psychiatry's staff painter...
Now, bring a cleaner here and
Open windows, please.
If even they would lead nowhere,
As these words I force to get out.
Perform your skill of Nightness in this round chamber,
There is enough room right for that,
The wild lust has the same smell of the bitter almond,
That blooming in your artificial hair...
Preserve your sense of rightness for somebody else,
I'm not a toy for you but you for me must be,
Six feet long Barbie-doll, hell! You don't stare at me,
But watch your head, it's gonna fall again!
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