Andrea Scarpa - Arkham

Reclusion,
Confusion,
I'm grinding my face against this fucking world of mine

Connection,
affection,
angels sell their wings and I must pretend I'm fine


Destruction,
deduction,
thoughts go way too fast for me to kill the rush

and I climb the mountains high
crawl up the gates of Arkham
I feel like this will hunt me
feel like an end to this won't come

Damnation,
salvation,
hope is an axe that cuts both ways so let it fall

Discussion,
concussion,
step on my toes just one more time and feel the pain

and I climb the mountains high
crawl up the gates of Arkham
I feel like this will hunt me
feel like an end to this won't come

Let me lead
your soul I'll feed
we don't need no creed
love will grow, unearth the seed

Andrea Scarpa

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