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Hegira
04:16
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Will the whole structure fail
When at the edge, there's no aim to complain
Standing back at the frontlines
Only to worship here, the Sun gently stares
I have run for ages and stories
Run to where it beholds
Run through the seasons of memories
Were there sights to recall?
I have run to forgotten deserts
Called out your name
But how could I hear any response
Locked and jailed deep in this fallen star?
Left eclipsed in this cage
With burnt blooms to conquer your world
Welcome back to the frontlines
Picture of stars, heed my recollection
This is now
Time to let it all explode
Time to burn
Did they see it all collapse?
Will you come back alive?
Where have you gone?
Nothing has faded away
This is tonight
Where have you gone?
Nothing has faded away
Thrown into the Sun
Burn
Why don't you burn?
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The Woman With a Skillet
03:37
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That night at home when anger management did not suffice
You were crying behind the door, how could I open it?
Something went wrong with the drugs you swallowed
I always knew your self-made medicine would someday collapse
You were crying behind that door
What if I opened it and saw you held that skillet?
Kept telling that was me holding that murder intent
We both know I am not that mug
What you told'em, lied to them
But I've seen the hatred in your eyes, those bloodshed eyes
Kept telling that was me holding that murder intent
We both know I am not that mug
Taken from the shelf, you lied to yourself
Twelve versions of that story...
What did the stars tell you that night?
When your world was breaking down
What did they tell you?
Both of us still know and no words of anger sprouted yet
I know what you were, I know what you still are
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Everyone around, driven through ghosts
Struggles to survive when all is lost
Fears on their hopes make their willing lost
All is lost and treachery
Are they the mocked ones?
Will they ever reach out to the sky?
Euphoric cannibals as they go
Is this the true fate of their kind?
The prophet will come
And no one will ever try to put the blame on their mistakes
Giving us one fear one rampage one duty
Despite the hatred that everyone is trying to ingest on their own
This is what you get by dare face the obsidian eyes
This is what you get by pretending to judge the ones
That saved you from fate
Be pleased to serve
Be pleased to save
Go and leave all kinds of regret
You will see another day, another tomorrow before dawn is coming
So say you've waited for this, ain't you looked forward to this?
So go as the law abiding zealots
Fears on your hopes make your willing lost
All is lost and forfeited
Join up your own, front to the wall
As they drown to new age, Prophet goes on, pouring his last words
And we just carry out
No one will ever try to put the blame on their mistakes
Giving them one fear one rampage one duty
Despite the hatred that everyone is trying to ingest on their own
Death is the price for silence
If we can afford it, who cares?
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Cured
04:17
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For the better we had agreed, for the elders, for their laws,
Not to quit the kingdom where silence claimed back his throne
At a later time it'll pop in in its most simple shape
Stolen moves, moaning stares... I hoped not...
But the cracking glass is meant to break
I felt a glimpse of repentance against me, wasn't that a moaning stare?
Will I dig that hole and toss my stories in it to make it break?
As walls get close and my skin gets cold I admit, there's no chance to waste
Can this be that the lack of some joy lead to the act of a god?
I swear the prey agreed, I swear it wanted it.
But they'll not listen
I want to cast us in this very last place, I want it all.
Want the one who's been over responsive, want you now
You look terrified but that's the price for tempting it
You look terrified, the price for sucking it
Fingers at me, there's no place in this world to live
I wanna cast us in this dimension
Where no one's around and no finger to point at us
I wanna cast us in this dimension
Why those fingers at me?
Because of salt pearls on cheeks?
Because of this "n" that doesn't exist?
I lay awake, beside the unnamed
Feel guilty? In the name of what should I?
How can you all say this is not hope, this is not love?
How can you say...
No one can judge my sickness
No judge
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Dropping Sticks
03:42
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Let's play this game again, the one which we sell our soul in
How many weeks til I speak? How long until I say a word?
I will never be this toy...
We're the sons of our acts they said
But what do they want from me?
What if I say no fucking thing, not a single word
Just let me breathe
With this flesh filled with such hypocrisy
Just want to escape their clutches, and say no...
I cannot be this toy
Just let me return to this place, I'm here to rest
Those sucker punches, I let them go, drowned deeper under
Those teeth immersed in blood, I'll swallow them all and no one'll know
Down, stuck, counting sticks
Just let me here
Just go, leave all hopes to be in touch
I'm returning to this isle
Always this closed mouth, and the same eyes
I'm just drowned under a set of lies
No!
How can have I been this toy?
Again another rise, and they want me to shine
Where the hell did my honour go?
I'm not prepared to surface
Don't you say, I'm not a freak
Don't you say, I'm not a fucking freak
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6. |
Gathering Stones
02:47
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Stone by stone, I have ended up taken care of myself
This long road of virtue under those dark clouds bringing me to salvation
I've come to learn from me, gathering all the pieces that I thought convenience, disturbance
Road to nowhere
From the dust to the achieved
From the pain to the diceived
I will come across it all...
Road from nowhere to nowhere
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