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★★★ DANCING THROUGH SHADOWS - 02 Proudly Guilty ★★★

★ Produced by She Was Nothing, mixed and mastered by Andrea (Berni) de Bernardi.

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LYRICS

Hanging without ropes,
tripping over the memories of another self of mine.
undecided whether i should glide or run away from me.
alter ego at the altar of my imperfection,
exploring all my indecision you'll not find my usual doubts...

sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you,
so proudly guilty.

there are new smiles to be traced in the hypnotic chaos of my body.
mocking my beloved narcissism
not that my hatred is interesting, but it seduces me with anger
and im hanging without strenght on the insolence of an unstable tomorrow

sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you,
so proudly guilty.

i approve the decapitation of our destiny
i admire your disapprobation but i don't want your indulgence
because only the violence mocks my own loneliness
towards the right, bitter vision of everything
deceiving me of being able to add to the memory our lost innocence.

sweet blades burn the only ways of escape
i follow the tolls that recall me to your loss now and here
and i find myself seated, without giving aid to you,
so proudly guilty.

i approve the decapitation of our destiny
i admire your disapprobation
but your indulgence doesn't cradle me

hanging without ropes,
tripping over the memories of another self of mine.
undecided whether i should glide or just run away from me.
alter ego at the altar of my imperfection.