Inborn Hypoxia Lyrics

We are floating trough a frozen sky
(lost in the hypnotic)
Petrified... under catalepsic codes
(do you breathe?)
Obliterated passions at the heights of chemistry
The Pilot=the key to unlock the doors of lunatic skies
Transmissions from the coma-zone
Petrified symbols in the glass engine
Drive on...
(Breathing in... Breathing out...)
The polaroids (were) filled with diamonds
Melted in the perfect metaphor
(lost in the poetic)
Les sculptures dansent sur la maquette
Retracant le reflet du ciel
(rewriting the metaphysics)
Obliterated passions at the heights of chemistry
The Pilot=the key to unlock the doors of lunatic skies
Transmissions from the coma-zone
Petrified symbols in the glass engine
Drive on...
(Breathing in... Breathing out...)
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