Letra da Música Ataman de Verneshot

We don’t want your reasons, you don’t have to lie.
Take some time to gather yourself for what’s inside.
You’ve grown weak and porous so we’ll help cauterize,
the wounds that you’ve been giving to yourself at night.

Annoying like a superficial common notion.
Disturbing as a metaleptical convulsion.
Pushing for this unprecedented forward motion,
might decay my token passion for a rarely spoken word.

I have a proclamation, one you can’t defend.
It will sleep inside you and help your heart to mend.
Pray for precious polyps but a callous can’t compromise,
the care that I am giving to the socket behind your eye.

Annoying like a superficial common notion.
Disturbing as a metaleptical convulsion.
Pushing for this unprecedented forward motion,
might decay my token passion for a rarely spoken word.

Don’t fall down to hypocrisy.
Don’t look now but you’ve fallen.
Can’t you see you’re no match for me?
Don’t you feel defective now?

No more sentimental bullshit.

Take it. Take it out.