Centrifuge – A Colour Cold Black – letras

On the meridian of timeThere is no injusticeThere is only the poetry of motionCreating the illusion of truth and dramaAt 23 I feel like burningAt half mast my flag within timeAll of you crap you keep on turningAt half mast my flag within timeOsmosis there still isAnd here and there articulationBut at the periphery the veins are varicoseAnd the sun bleeds like a broken rectumAt 23 I feel like burningAt half mast my flag within timeAll of you crap you keep on turningAt half mast my flag within timeAnd the light waves bendAt 23 I feel like burningAt half mast my flag within timeAll of you crap you keep on turningAt half mast my flag within time