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BODY PRISON

The sky smells like your blood
And your last photo on ID-card
And your last reverb telephone goodbye
But username can never die

Passive resistance, wait for me
I'll taste the hell's extreme degree
I'll fly above the limbo gates
I loved you, but now it's too late...

* * *

Now you're enemy from my nightmares
Now you're damage for all my systems
Distress signal in body wires
And so I am your first victim

Our perverted love's sweet decay
Rusty clowds and two neon digits
Now your last words are floating away
With your poisoned perfume spirits...

* * *

The night smells like your skin
No possibility for me to win
No chance to find your empty shell
No chance to say the last farewell

Dead assets of the dear past
Our heroes died in live broadcast
I came the day after the fair
I've lost your breath in prison air...

* * *

Now you're enemy from my nightmares
Now you're damage for all my systems
Distress signal in body wires
And so I am your first victim

Our perverted love's sweet decay
Rusty clowds and two neon digits
Now your last words are floating away
With your poisoned perfume spirits...

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