Phantoche

Phantoche

Phantoche
Those days when everything is nothing
Some additives in this shaked head
News of the century has not been forgotten
He had lost in the uncertainty

I'm nothing
Sorry if those verses attack
We don't have nothing
But we kill you from the back

Summarized useless words and acts
Pull out dreams for silence
Nothing will stop my vomit
The machine of insults mismanaged

I'm Tired
From the things that cry
I forget
And shoot to the sky

All comes
All comes to us
Don't hide if is bigger that you can dissimulate
All comes
Never too late

I'm tired
I forget

I'm nothing
Sorry if those verses attack
We don't have nothing
But we kill you from the back

We want that what is above of you
We'll break the barrier of the chaos
The dry poison will harden your salvation
I fell that your breath already is weak

I'm tired
To know that they had been mutilated
I forget
That you are manipulated

All comes
All comes to us
Don't hide if is bigger that you can dissimulate
All comes
Never too late

I'm tired
I'm forget

I'm nothing
Sorry if those verses attack
We don't have nothing
But we kill you from the back

Sick and bitter. Sink deeper inside of you
Not recycled garbage. What we'll make with all those shit?
A deeper place will not exist

I'm tired of things that remind me
I forget and now I can be

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