Текст, перевод и аккорды “Purist Realist”
- Purist-realist manipulates. Purist-realist segregates. Purist-realist - on their own terms Purist-realist - you never learn. Inner loathing, the mounting hate. Hundred fights, a thousand regrets. Sacrifice, you wear me like a second skin. Dwelling on a scene of bitter lore, harping on some forgotten war. The shadow former self. Two-faced preacher - denied yourself Purist-realist - a rotting state of grace. Cannot be me. Cannot see the once-treasured depleting life it shows in. Your weakness, impotence, inability to have spoken summarizing that teasing that non-restricted feeling set in a moment in dealing. Return to the source of regret.
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