When the knife of the morning splits the sky
The light tears the room apart, scattered
The thickness of the tongue fills the entire filthy mouth
The face is dry clay and dung
Those figures on the edge of memory swarm
Like statues swaying in the dark crab
The dark fabric of the night weaves a bayonet, a sledgehammer
They call the choir as beautiful as a miracle
I refuse to say another word
I am satisfied choked with the hum of speech
This medicine is full of lies
I circle the room like a knife in my hand
Cut off your wings
- Be Anonymous
Cut Your Hair
- Be Anonymous
Cut Your Lips
- Be Anonymous
Cut Your Sleep
- Be Anonymous ¶n
The fisherman of truth with his nets and fishing rods
Lost, drowned in the sea of u200bu200btruth
Floor covered with broken glass
In the mirror, Satan with one hand
The gods of advertising smile at each other
K you're shaking on the controller
That's where life goes on or ends
It takes stronger hops
Cut off your wings
- Be anonymous< br/>Cut off your hair
- Be anonymous
Cut off your lips
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Cut off your dreams
- Be anonymous

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