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Slipknot – Snuff

The Melancholy state of nothing.
A rough truth that spreads like a disease.
About being in a kind of empathy to life itself,
About a free fall with no ending,
About being young and never felt the sprout of growth.

Ah, the ways of philosophy.
To never know, And to always understand.
The more you let in to your head, the less it contains.
Like the flows of time, Something that doesn't exist, Still everything moves after it.

Music that resemble feelings of this melancholy state.
Music of silence, Silence of the music.
To ramble on without the understanding of the words.
So confused, so confused.

Still, Nothing are clear.
Still, more clear then ever.
Ah, The ways of philosophy.