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lyrics
All lights are green
booster ignition
sedatives kick in
Overide all safety process
to improve toxic effects
Full Throttle crushs my chest
so reality i escape
Narconaut
for only compass
Through the black
this shiny needle in my arm
in my vein
Human body
my only tombstone
Sedated gravity
Bury my corpse in the sand
without grave
For history my name will remain
as forgotten
Narconaut
for only compass
Through the black
shiny needle in my arm
in vein
Erase my name
Forget my face
The hero is gone
No need to cry
I am pariah
The hero is gone
Overdose
The only exit
Causality has made my end inevitable
Enjoy the pleasure of life withdrawal
Engine off out of gas to burn
My limbs slowly started to go numb
Black holes that used to be my own eyes
Spurt out a stream of fantastic red lights
My vision is in complete Greyout
Far away i still hear what people shout
My body now suspended in time
Thunder is trying to bring me back to life
This needle - in my arm - a compass - in the dark
Illusion of Suspended time
My limbs are slowly getting numbs
Millions of galaxies to spurt out my eyes
Each of my hearthbeat lasts a millions lives
Enjoy the pleasure of life’s Withdrawal
Stellar radiations split my atoms bonds
Turning into a ghost while body is getting cold
This needle in my arm only compass in the dark
My memory gets lost as the universe reveals its secrets
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