Reassess the way you choose the people you deem likely to do harm
"Good" is a layer of paint too thin that you helped apply
Shown face: known benefactor in display
I found a joy in me, damned from the awareness that I want to fight
One million silences converge into ten thousand gashes
God gave the wound, you make the salve with your own two bleeding hands
We're hopelessly infatuated with dim projections in fog
(Our) mind has confusedly built them, on the jaws of a gaping maw
It's our own
A loving wife and children don't make a righteous man
He feeds on secrets you made the mistake to share
When I saw moth remains caught between his flashing teeth
Well, I f*cked myself off to a dead-end street
Hoi-Poi Farplane Wind - Mal Ad Just Lyrics
Hoi-Poi Farplane Wind - Mal Ad Just Lyrics
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Reassess the way you choose the people you deem likely to do harm
"Good" is a layer of paint too thin that you helped apply
Shown face: known benefactor in display
I found a joy in me, damned from the awareness that I want to fight
One million silences converge into ten thousand gashes
God gave the wound, you make the salve with your own two bleeding hands
We're hopelessly infatuated with dim projections in fog
(Our) mind has confusedly built them, on the jaws of a gaping maw
It's our own
A loving wife and children don't make a righteous man
He feeds on secrets you made the mistake to share
When I saw moth remains caught between his flashing teeth
Well, I f*cked myself off to a dead-end street
"Good" is a layer of paint too thin that you helped apply
Shown face: known benefactor in display
I found a joy in me, damned from the awareness that I want to fight
One million silences converge into ten thousand gashes
God gave the wound, you make the salve with your own two bleeding hands
We're hopelessly infatuated with dim projections in fog
(Our) mind has confusedly built them, on the jaws of a gaping maw
It's our own
A loving wife and children don't make a righteous man
He feeds on secrets you made the mistake to share
When I saw moth remains caught between his flashing teeth
Well, I f*cked myself off to a dead-end street
Writer: Kostas Grammadas
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