Veronica Farren

Veronica Farren - Posttraumatic Magic songtekst

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As my soul haunts through all my graves,
This sole regret sings damn, I wish that I could still be so brave,
So I Cower back into my cave  
And I rave of the sky, and I wave to the airplanes  
Goodbye

Once was a chicken, here I find myself inside a shell…
Frail fragile thrall, tall castle walls from which I never fell, no
Celll-quelled, so hidden, sitting hens setting her spreading spell,
Crack
It's time for me to bid farewell, I’m off to hell 
~hello~

I can't believe that I made it out alive x2

Pull me up by the ears,
My home hole endears,
I fear light,  
The trench quenches this plight with my soul’s tears,
Consoled fright tightens me to fighting from freak’s frets
Yield your shield, feel the threats
Reveal weakness

Stretch the scene,
My stars,
Periscope carrys hope far,
Burn the bar
Burrow beneath each charred scar,
Catch my breath,
Thorough as theft, I've left no match,
Churn my pledge,
Dredge the edge,
Hatch.

Post-traumatic magic
Ghost of enigmatic times

Sends a shiver down my spine

Ruminate nostalgic,
Idiosyncratic tides

Of the perilous midst I glamourize

I can't believe that I made it out alive

The last ashes I asked for were passion’s
Fast actions relapsed back to abstraction,
Attrition, mixed inhibitions, madness,
Perdition fixed on sick sadness, past-tense

Attach, in penitence, myself to every peccancy,  
Plea towards no temperance, just generous is this gentle destiny,
As so, my conscious. I’m honest. I can’t care,  
Simply stir scared upon cognizance
That all this lurked there in my closet…
Applause it.
Jaws was awesome~

Like I have learned, I’ll not return,
Assumption shows I’ve drawn discern,
Now I can sensor danger, gauge which hazards warn,
It might appear my sight has cleared,
Despite it feels a lot like fear
I’d volunteer to rise forlorn
   sworn demise, or I’ll be born

I can't believe that I made it out alive

Post-traumatic magic
Ghost of enigmatic times

Sends a shiver down my spine

Ruminate nostalgic,
Idiosyncratic tides

Of the perilous midst I glamourize

Somebody literally has to die
For me to make it out of this one…alive
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