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Wall of souls
01:27
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I have found you at the wall of souls. Hurtful hands were tearing us apart.
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The Monster I feed
03:32
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sometimes murder is the only option
sometimes death is the only solution
sometimes violence is the only way
sometimes you have nothing to say
i push the knife
deeper and deeper
will it ever
find it's way
trough your chest?
do you even have a heart?
do you even have a heart?
the monster i feed
wants more
it never gets fed
it never calms
it begs
it lures
it keeps wanting more
they say ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
though there is nothing inside of you
i am tearing you apart
sometimes murder is the only option
sometimes death is the only solution
sometimes violence is the only way
sometimes you have nothing
the lower i get
the higher i am
i'm not saying
i am proud that i feed on the dead
but there's nothing else left for me
but there's nothing else left of me
they say ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
though there is nothing inside of you
i am tearing you apart
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Nauseating pain
02:10
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pull the trigger i want to
feel the bullet crashing trough my skull
i would give anything to stop this
nauseating pain
free me
from this burden
i would lit myself on fire to
escape the pain
this is my cross
which i must carry
along the way
the road to my coffin is way too far
they hope i will learn something
about my life
along the way
but there is nothing left for me to learn
i've seen every aspect of this world
yes i was the one who decided
that we are not worthy of love
i asked you to throw us away
i asked for no mercy
no guidance
well
shame on me
for begging for a quick death
instead of suffering more
drove
rusty
nails through
my
wrists
decompose
rotting it's nothing
this body is a waste
i am replacing the parts
which has long been decayed
this is my mantra
i repeat it every day
that this body is curse
this body is a cage
this body is a waste
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Dreams of a free world
01:14
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i know that you are not perfect
and i have to finish you
i shouldn't have given you feelings
non till you can under stand them
but i needed love
i was so alone
distant pictures grow dim in the cold night
i remember writing tristful poems on walls
those words were not washed away by heavy rain
but a heavier regime that put us back to sleep
with our dangerous idea of equality
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5. |
Broken promise
02:55
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i promised that i'll always be there for you
and not even death can separate us
but words are weak
and so do as i
they crumble
by the first gentle lie
don't judge me till you walk a mile in my shoes
or live a day in my life
sometimes you have to leave
everyone you love
you won't see regret
in my dead eyes
i promised that i'll always choose the right path
but from this distance left and right
looks like the same
for my dead eyes
i crumble
by the first morning light
keep me from this scorching dreary light
it burns it burns it's burning me alive
i know i know i shouldn't be alive
i wanted to fix it but i've failed so many times
relax
focus
focus
focus on the present
try to put yourself back together
you are better than that
we are better than that
we can rebuild this Earth
a billion times
we can re-create
we can reconstruct
you are my ever passimistic self
please belive in me and i will help
i promised that i'll always be there for you
and not even death can separate us
and these words are strong
and so do as i
i will create
a new world for us
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Last light
02:15
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the mud is cold
i know
i have been there
i was
looking
for myself
but i have found
something disturbing between the worms
i have found my honor
in shreads
from this puddle
the stars
they look
so different
life is short
i know
i am older
i watched too much
friends
pass away
it is always too late
to forgive
only death waits us all in the end
no coffins or candles
or mourners to say goodbye
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7. |
Heartache
02:34
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What are the signs of a heartache?
can "hating yourself for what you are" be a good start?
when will it end?
if these street lamps could speak
they tell you a said
story but you are
late again
alone i count the minutes
and i fade away
as time passes me by
What are the signs of a heartache?
can "wishing that you were dead" be a good start?
the pain is given
not by these countless wounds
not by this cracked skull
not by my tattered soul
but the consciousness that you are not here with me.
i am as broken as you have left me
i hope i will interest you this time.
a lonely phone rings in an abandoned house
but no one is there to answer the call
I am trying to get there. I've called you several times
why don't you pick up the phone?
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A mechanical dream
03:56
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this season changed so quick
that i had no chance
to love or hate it
i remember there were trees
but i can not recall
if they were ever blooming
i remember it was dark
we've found a lantern and lit some light
but was it enought to find the way out?
from the maze we've built around us
with memories we wanted to forget
so long
for so long
i think i have saw you in my dreams
i still belive that you were real
though you were just the shreds of a memory
if i could wake up from this dream
i swear i'll never to go to sleep
i'd rather die then stay in this nightmare
just a silhouette in the dark
every kiss and every touch
still i can smell the scent of your skin
all over my scorched passing body
my future holds nothing but fear
i would like not to exist
i bury my face in
my inorganic hands
you won't see
my tears
'cause my mask hides
my sadness
this machine that i've become
still remembers slowly losing hope
this machine that i've become
knowns only wires
there is no place for human souls
what i have become is less than nothing...
just bones and flash and circuitry ...
why can't I wash
down the blood
from these filthy hands?
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The river
03:42
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i still remember the last time i was trying to pray for you
but my heart echoed only silence
i still remember the last candle slowly burning down
face the dark
with no fear in your heart
face the dark
with no fear in your heart
this is just the begining
of your new life
these are your first steps
i know it's hard
but we have to move on
this road is for the sinners
and we walk it every day
i know this cobblestone
i've burried my youth in here
this is where i've lost my faith
this is where father lost his temper
this is where he first slapped my face
this is where the river takes me away
and my body
rots on the shore
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10. |
The tale of seven ravens
07:38
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why not me?
you have said that
why not me?
i am the chosen one
why not me?
i am still begging
why not me?
for a hand to feed
i am still picking up
the remains
of this Wretched world
the dark sun shines
as life within this hive
flourished with tainted energy
i remained unmoved
in the room
where i was not born
but where i was made
you said that i was the hope of a new world
it all was a lie
you saw darkness in me
that would consume whole worlds
that would consume you and me
why not me?
i will search
why not me?
those who remain
why not me?
i will slay
why not me?
every last of them
my anger is strong
my blade is quick
not even the tears of the fallen
can not stop me
not even the cry of the innocent
can not stop me
i know they were children
i know they were children
i can't wash their fucking blood off from my hands
the smell remains
constant
rotting flesh and bones
constant
begging for mercy
constant
pain
we are lost forever
there is no turning back
we have burned the bridges behind us
there is nothing left
burned down our temples
killed all priests
murder the children
left with no relief
we're living day by day
without a sheperd
the wolf is lurking around
but we are no sheep
serpent's eye
i am wearing false skin
my mesmerising dance
i am acting like i am wounded
your mouth got wet
you attack from behind
i feel your teeth inside me tearing apart
we're living day by day
the leg that your chewing on
is your own leg
the illusion of this tainted place
made you damned
you will never ever
see light
the darkness surrounding you
will take your life
we thought that this would end it all
but burning this town just gave us a new begining
we thought that if we tear down those faces
and wear them as ours
we would be able to understand the circulation
the daily routine
that build up this anger
this frustration that was burning from the inside
it burnt a hole in our souls
and we knew that there was no turning back for us
noone will attend to our funerals
noone will shed a tear for us
they will be glad that we are gone
and the can go back to the limbo
which they thoght was their lives
but we were the few
we knew the truth
the one they tried to hide away from us
and now we suffer
we are cursed
how much time do we have i don't know
but i write our story
with a knife to my skin
and when i die i beg
please burn me
and from the ashes
build a new town
for muderers
and let them kill each other
so they soul can rest
please let them kill each other
so they soul can rest...
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