Censored Project Lyrics - Singles - Yyrkoon

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Refusing to see all of those infected minds 

Just to feel better in your own veins 

Asking yourself why and how to share all those visions 

And more this nightmares of that lost humanity 

Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes 

Don't enter my private desires 

Bad habits are ruling forever 

Pushing the door of a closed reality 

For the science or any other learning 

Metaphor of colors 

Blood red black 

Altar of flesh 

Razor's cuts macabre breath of creation 

Remembering old deception 

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The wounds created by the flesh 

Seem to be occulted by all of us 

Metaphor of colors 

Blood red black 

Altar of flesh razor's cuts 

Closed recipient filled of ominous spikes 

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Little by little truth's blood runs among us as an empty river 

I'm like you making the black side 

To reason and to kill the ideal lineage