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VERSURI ANASARCA
| Anasarca - A Cloud Of Smoke |
| [based on A Cloud of Smoke by an unknown author]
In the haze of darkness
I remember it like yesterday
Someone I once used to be
And then it fades away
I feel it around the corner
A thought I nev |
| Anasarca - Done In Our Name |
| [based on Done in our Name by an unknown author]
I should have known
we'd killed him
Tuesday morning.
I woke up strangely buoyant,
whisteling a song
As when I bent
over the dictionary's c's
boldfa |
| Anasarca - Godmachine |
| They thought to be machines of a god.
Killing, tormenting and nailing to crosses.
Brutality, inhuman violence and hate
their way to teach christianity -
christianity?
Blood dripped of their armors,
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| Anasarca - Like Thorns In My Head |
| Suffering -
life is brutal,
my mind is weak.
I can never endure
(the) confusions in my head !
Daily increase of hostility,
may I become mad ?
Resignation -
What can I do ?
This will ever be
like |
| Anasarca - Loss Of Time |
| Cancer !
My time is short.
Save me !
I can count my days.
My body hurts.
Save me !
When will be the time that I die ?
Hope is fading.
Save me !
Thoughts of suicide.
My mind is dark.
Save me !
C |
| Anasarca - No More |
| [based on No More by Robert Atworth]
Fleeting glory, purgatory
This is not a bedtime story
Holy boat, sink or float
Learn to cope
Or abandon hope
One more tale, one more child
One more mind that's c |
| Anasarca - Of Life And Death |
| [based on Of Life and Death by Robert Atworth]
They can't see me for who I am. Are they blind
Or do they just not give a damn
When a heart bleeds, the blood congeals
Emotional wounds scar
But never tr |
| Anasarca - Signs Of Life |
| [based on Signs of Life by Robert Atworth]
Eyes on the noose- signs of abuse
Cries for help- noone comes
Look to the skies- see only lies
Abandoned soul growing numb
I suffer::
Therefore I am
Try to |
| Anasarca - The Weird Ways |
| You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
Where' s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
Where' s this damned god,
to which th |
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