Texty:
Quantic

The ties that bind can gag and I'm bound by boundless insignificance. Set yourself on fire if you can't feel this burn. Did you run out of ink so soon

Fuck you. I want to know how it feels that I'm the best you could ever have, so tell me when you lose your nerve. So what'd you go looking for and why

Picture a parade of mannequins: ivory white. Straight black ties to harden crooked spines: single file. Holes for eyes as useless as 2000 yrs of evolution

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(feat. Aqualung) Some day the wind will change and you will see me clearly One day these dreams of mine will bring me to my time Some day i will become

Now you can feel free to hate me for this. Your type of beauty is born to fade, one of lust and of shame. My empathy has breeded in my contempt, but this

Where do we go from failure? There's no way but up from here. Your morals can't help me now. This time, there's no room for dissonance. Why do we ask

Fuck you. I want to know how it feels that I'm the best you could ever have, So tell me when you lose your nerve. So what'd you go looking for and why