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HAUNTED CAMERA
03:45
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I never cared for your room
And it's neverending state of mess
excellent metaphor of out mental illness
And I think I wanna take this weight off my chest
If someone doesn't look
As close as he should do
He might bite the hook
And think we're one alone
What a great mistake
A little offensive in some way
Those guys are going down
The fog ate their face
The sun is nowhere
To be seen
Those guys are going down
The fog ate their face
The sun is nowhere
To be seen
Through the Rabbit hole
The long walks out in the night
passing by the cave
We’re clueless as you (man)
We’re just lucky
Through the Rabbit hole
And we all hope that one day
we’ll look back and love
our sleeping cities
They like to call us fools
No salvation even
From the proximity of blood
So we started to choose
Who could make us whole
Stop
Don't you see
You've been influenced
By your friend?
Girl
He's like another brother for me
Those guys are going down
The fog ate their face
The sun is nowhere
To be seen
Through the Rabbit hole
The long walks out in the night
passing by the cave
We’re clueless as you (man)
We’re just lucky
Through the Rabbit hole
And we all hope that one day
we’ll look back and love
our sleeping cities
And now you live in this town
Tonight we are leaving this town
Tonight we'll live this town
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DARK CORE
03:11
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Fears, everyone has his deepest
Mine, Is to open up lose what's
Dears, seeing You Reaching the bottom
Line, my all Life based on overcome
And I
See a lot of young like me
Passing their time trying to numb themself
Brain wreck is known to ease your pain
Don't letting you think of tomorrow
I'm too tired of seeing around me
Beaten by life
And knee down in tears
Arms hidden by clothing to tranquilize
Here seems full
Where I should put my pain?
We are approaching to it
To my dark core
And I
See a lot of grown-ups like I'll be
Feeling trapped deep inside their life
Daily routine turned in anxiety
They want to scream but not to be heard
I'm too tired of seeing around me
Beaten by life
And knee down in tears
Arms hidden by clothing to tranquilize
Here seems full
Where I should put my pain?
We are approaching to it
To my dark core
V A S 'n H
V A S 'n H
V A S 'n H
V A S 'n H
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THAT GIRL
04:08
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I would assure you
That it would work if you push a little more
I could not warn you
About the door with pull sign in sight
Eyes not covered in googles
That shows a face locked in such a stare
"Oh my God!
What I've done?"
And I know what it's like
To don't want to get off bed
To want a hard reset
To dream is better than to live
Oh little girl
don’t you cry
the sky is the limit
you can’t deny
I know you can live
without atmosphere
come here and take
a breath with me
And everything that I vote
Don't beat electoral threshold
It seems collective consciousness
Don't work with me
So sad my words don't seem
to trigger any emotion
My Heart burn of hellfire
my hands feel in stop-motion
Oh little girl
don’t you cry
the sky is the limit
you can’t deny
I know you can live
without atmosphere
come here and take
a breath with me
Oh little girl
you’re on the morning bus
in tears
with a trolley
Iron gripped by your hand
and believe me
when I say
that in this plain of dead
sun will shine again
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VASH Lombardia, Italy
VASH isn’t a power rock duo.
It isn’t composed by Riccardo Citterio and Elena Viganò. Respectively guitar and
drum. In Brianza.
VASH isn’t nothing like that.
VASH is a demon. But not just any one.
That’s who keeps you awake.
That’s who is always with you, whether you are alone or with other people.
But if you pay attention you can hear him, he can talk to you.
And he never stops.
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