Rhythm is both the song’s maniacal and its demonic charge
It is the original breath
It is the whisper of unremitting demand
What do you still want to be? said of the singer
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?The rhythmHow your singer’s blood is incensed at the depth of soundThe rhythmExact presence that no fantasy can represent
Purveyor of the old secret
Alive with the blood that boils again
Is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart
Lacerations echo in the mouths open, erotic sky
where dance together the lost trenches of rhythm
and an imploring immobilityThe rhythmArtist: Magna Canta
This is the point from which I could never return, And if I back down now then forever I burn. This is the point from which I could never retreat, Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace. This is the point from which I will die and succeed, Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed. From now on it can never be the same as before, Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore [Immortal Technique]
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