كلمات The Unequalled Visual Response Mechanism

Received a package with a bestial grunt Between two flattened streets patrolled by Thoughts A mechanical taste in my mouth Seems to be my last demand My words walk in the groove Hacking through my bleeding heart Although my lips they moved your voice With teutonic freeze into the deep And the silence I observe Says it's worth a little pain No matter where no matter how The silence I observe, it's worth the pain The silence I observe, my bleeding heart The silence I observe