paintings

The infectious disease of the almost living

The infectious disease of the almost living (version 2)

You'll come apart and you'll go blind (version 2)

Are you wasting away at your skin (version 3)

If I could be who you wanted, all the time

In the end it's only with your 'self'

Hanging from your internal script

Are you wasting away at your skin

You’ll come apart and you’ll go blind

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I know a place not far from here where life's sweet perfume fills the air

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My self in the shine of your lenses (version 2)

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Modern is mass

My self in the shine of your lenses