Descending, Crescending Testo

Mesmerizing thoughts, the eternal butterfly effect
Descending, crescending neon light entertainment
The lost Pearl Harbour entity
I finally found some space between the desert waters and the oily battlefields
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The concrete I'm cruising, the freezing highway
To wash our hands in ebony coloured water
The concrete I'm surfing over crowded places
To clean my soul... is only one enough?
[2]
Soul descendants, spiral architects running late into the night
Ghostly evidence of a portrait created out of mists and raining tears
Early morning, late night neon light adventures
Scarring the wirth man in the black dress, pulling the rope
Maximalizing pain, onwards salvation
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