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DELICATE NEWS LYRICS
"4 -Track E.P." (1993 EP)
1. Din Of Voices
2. Wounded!
3. Carnal Appetite
4. A Clear Cut
1. Din Of Voices
Close your eyes and taste the hate inside
Well, build your own hell, man !!
Brisk footsteps break the silence
Voices swell through the vacant space
The wall twisted in my eyes
Din of voices eats into my ears
Screeching and screaming voices
Smooth haze fills my day
Thousand steps of human duds
Waiting for the chosen one
Din of voices eats into my ears
Your youth has gone, you've fallen into a pit
You've arrived at the edge of your live
Finally you realize you're nothing but shit
Close your eyes, taste the hate inside
Well, build your own hell, man Scream out your pain !
Heal the wounds of your insanity
Accept the advice of a false friend
Annihilate your family before they get you
It's hard to believe, but isn' it ?
They kill you step by step
Din of voices eats into my ears
Your youth has gone, you've fallen into a pit
You've arrived at the edge of your live
Finally you realize you're nothing but shit
Close your eyes, taste the hate inside
Well, build your own hell, man
Scream out your pain !
Heal the wounds of your insanity
2. Wounded!
Confirm you're wrong
Your heart is bleeding
Owing to your quest
Look deep inside you
Your subconscious can not confess
That question really affects me
Your frame emerges from a hiding place
And when I hurt you
You're mine
My mind has frozen
And when I've touched you
You'll fell like a burnt-out wound
Soothe your madness
Hunt your dreams
The plot of sickness
Grabs your emaciated brain
Wreck your recalls try to remember
A spoon of indigestible lies
Doesn't decompose my mind
I see you inside of me
And I see myself inside of you
But I hate myself and so,
And so I, I, I, I hate you too
That question really affects me
Your frame emerges from a hiding place
And when I hurt you
You're mine / you're mine
3. Carnal Appetite
Autumn wind flowers fade away
The river takes my sorrows
The sun dries my tears
Mud patters in my face
Soon they'll know your name
There's only one real thing
In my point of view
First I thought I hunt myself
Then I found a trail which takes me to my hell
Skin shreds scattered to the four winds
I hail the lord and spread my wings
You should slice my mind
At least you have to remove me festering 'it'
Yes, 'it' defiles everything I need
Carnal appetite arises in my head !
'Pain is in my head'
First I thought I hunt myself
Then I found a trail which takes me to my hell
Skin shreds scattered to the four winds
I hail the lord and spread my wings
Autumn wind flowers fade away
The river takes my sorrows
The sun dries my tears
Mud patters in my face
Soon; they'll know your name
There's only one real thing
In my point of view
4. A Clear Cut
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