Testo di Systematic

Things are buried in your thoughts, you can't explain The pressure is taking hold Search for feelings that you always will desire, but never can recall Embraced by nothingness and shame, the deepest loam pathetic in itself Again, recalling several images of love; a pleasure forever gone Fail again Purity of distant faces in your room beneath uncoloured skins Water is the clear salvation of these dreams, located in the soil You kneel and cry out, asking why your system fails Waiting to respond And then the emptiness will flow and wash away your pale and everlasting curse Fail again