
I wish you well, but nothing good has worked
BLEEDBERRY
- Polymath
- Niedziela wieczór, humor popsuty
- Fuck Flesh
- BL33DC0R3
Hazel Szoka
Tori Zamorski
Physical release - CD
6-panel Digipak release containing one CD-Extra, playable on standard CD players. Additional lyrics, FLAC files, and cover art also accessible as data.
This is not a commercial product, it's an art project that we're distributing to our friends, family and fans for free.
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Polymath
Niedziela wieczór, humor popsuty
Fuck Flesh
Polymath
You'll face it
You will atone
The little stones that you sow
Will grow into your throat
You know me
I like to watch
Your own personal hell
Swallow you before you swallow pride
I'll stand by and make sure
Every inch of rot will reach you
You know me
I like to watch
My sole spoiled fucking dream
The solemn dirty fantasy
Is growing true
With every graceful clumsy move
Try to save face
Cling onto it
You look so stupid
Let me savour it
Don't spoil it
I mean it
Processions of Plato's ideal
Impression of those who were near
What polymath
Chalice of Samos
Don't spoil it
I mean it
Don't spoil it
I mean it
Don't spoil it
And take the fall
Tried to opt out of consequence
Gracefully let the lesser take the fall
Soul, you've taken it all
Niedziela wieczór, humor popsuty
Czy to rozsądek, szacunek do zasad
Czy po prostu zazdrość wyżera ci oczy
Żyjemy między stukotem tramwaju
I okrzykiem z odbiorników
Nasi strzelili
Znowu do bramki
Nasi strzelili
Znów do cywili
Gdy zobaczysz spadające gwiazdy
Czy pomodlisz się żeby
Na twój dom rodzinny nie spadły
Gdzie zostawiłaś krewnych
Czy twój patriotyzm jest stale nierdzewny
Łatwo jest znaleźć skrawek
Niechcianych pagonów
Przyszyć nas do czegoś parszywego
Na fladze pogromu
Łatwo jest znaleźć skrawek
Niechcianych pagonów
Przyszyć nas do czegoś parszywego
Na fladze pogromu
Niedziela wieczór
Humor popsuty
Dymek z Gadu-Gadu
Mefedron z Trójkąta zatruty
Niesubordynacja to nasz ostatni grzech
Nigdy nie pozwolą na nasz beztroski śmiech
Gdy zobaczysz spadające gwiazdy
Czy pomodlisz się żeby
Na twój dom rodzinny nie spadły
Gdzie zostawiłaś krewnych
Czy twój patriotyzm jest stale nierdzewny
Degeneracja
Zawsze twoja racja
Ta generacja
Syf, szambo, deprawacja
Fuck Flesh
We're both too smart to start something
We don't want to be an encore
I think, We're both too smart to start something
We don't want to be an encore
We've learned through the wooden wedge between us
That it doesn't pay to take all you desire
He wanted to be my all and your favourite pretty plaything but
We were playing with fire
We rid ourselves of him to find still silence
We rid ourselves of him to find still silence
He learned he can't go anywhere
Without being deathly scared
Of his rape victims being there
Reflecting his stupid stare
Once he finds your sympathy
He will set his conscience free
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
We're both too smart to start something
We don't want to be an encore
I think, we're both too smart to start something
We don't want to be an encore
I quickly glanced upon his screen
The saddest shit you've ever seen
I've seen a lot, by that i mean
His solitude was quite obscene
'Cause it's wrong to look at a body heave
With lust tugging at your sleeve
I pray to God that you’re not naive
I pray to God you’re not naive
You can't grab someone by the hair
And pin them down to understand
There's no will to see your side
There's no way to make it see through
Fistful of the best intentions
Better yet, excuses handy
Pride has always been your comfort
So you will never understand me
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Fuck flesh fuck glass
It's fresh but it will pass
Yes, I love you so profoundly
I think I'll sit this one out