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Monachopsis

by (a)pathetic one

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The shadows of the trees run across our faces As silence sits patiently between us It knows our hearts have turned to stone It knows our hearts have turned to stone We're trembling cold in our last summer, I don't know why We're holding on but we're too tired I don't know where we are going anymore I don't know where we are going anymore
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Festive 03:44
(instrumental)
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Some mornings I feel like all the good things already happened And I don't have any other chances Some mornings I feel like I'm not very good at life I know it's all my fault, I'm too much and not enough I'm slipping away through my own cracks
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(instrumental)

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The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach: lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you’d be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home. (John Koenig)

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released September 14, 2022

Aimovoros: music, lyrics (bad) production, artwork

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(a)pathetic one Italy

Life is beautiful but I'm not good at it.

I play various instruments, I sing off-key, I sometimes scream.

I play metal at:

corpseheart.bandcamp.com

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