waking up into a dream
the bubble remains, like a placenta bringing on the still born
the mind remains inactive.
eyes keep on blinking,the heart beating
lifeless inside, in monotony consumed.
stuck in the cellophane,bloodflow becomes untamed
attachment defused to nothing.
empty and cold, the heart went numb
blink of an eye, the years went by
they melted away, all the joy diminished
swallowed by the suicide.
stuck in the cellophone
revival through self worth,
now i am the conqueror standing in blissful isolation.
supported by 4 fans who also own “Stuck in the Cellophane”
I wasn’t into Burial in the Sky earlier, but after listening and buying immediately The Consumed Self I came to enjoy their previous materials. This band is a mix between Pink Floyd and King Crimson, but way heavier.
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