Binance

Perturbed (Hacride)

Obesession, old demons who defeat you I search, greedy for calm, my liberty Let the amoeba devour you It's your requiem The racked guided spirit by the past, Voodoed by this pity witch freeze my veins. Ridiculousness This obsession is yours, individual Invented or hidden, justified or inordinate Your eyes give away and this secret so well kept This languidness, suffering from hurt you so much These perturbed sensations Macabre mass of my look towards the future Respect your vision of huminity respect man who regard you Respect these men who look at you These memories which spoil life