Paroles: The 3rd And The Mortal. In This Room. So Pure.

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So pure
Once again inhaling the poison
Aggressive
Turquoise
Powdery
Fluttering oxygen

This room
This irregular galaxy
This glassy stone
Falling from your skull

That's all
As if I was alive
An event
A journey
Uncompleted

But still fishing...
Your appearance could melt
So pure