Slow Damage artbook

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Abandoning myself to madness and becoming silent
Stabbing at feelings running away from despair and pain

Drawing people’s desires, what is the correct answer for us?
Pristine like an iroha, it becomes a joke

Unconscious, inside out, unconscious, inside out

blowin’ in the lose.
Progression of loneliness becoming a statement of guilt

blowin’ in the lose.
The truth can’t be escaped, opposition grows more distant

blowin’ in the lose.
Progression of loneliness becoming a statement of guilt

blowin’ in the lose.
The truth can’t be escaped, opposition grows more distant