Guckkasten – Montage

Even if I throw myself harder to the floor It is an empty shot that has nothing more to be discovered I am that crumbling building You are the worn out scream that endlessly crashed and died * The object in the angle is filled up, then decreased With the breath still stuck to it, It […]

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Guckkasten – Manicure (매니큐어)

This rhythm that has split worthlesslyFamiliarly drinking and throwing awayI turn my back against you and laugh, Uninterested and mixed up * Your motions are dirtyI’m sick of your smellNo matter how much I try to hide ** The split open nails scratch the crushed bodyIt tells me to come with an elegant hand motion […]

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