1. |
Cuban Pete
02:26
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2. |
Uncanny Valley
04:59
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All the light
cannot cure the blind.
Welcome the fog,
open your eyes.
All the walking,
as you follow
ancient papers,
lead you to a bottomless pit
of agony.
The insanity
is the remedy
for this mental disease.
All the light
has blinded you.
No hard feelings
regarding all the killings.
Which one is your paradigm
and which one was installed?
Judgments made on behalf of a note
will never be gone, never be gone.
All the walking,
as you follow
ancient papers,
lead you to a bottomless pit
of agony.
The insanity
is the remedy
for this mental disease.
(All the light)
All the walking,
as you follow
ancient papers,
lead you to a bottomless pit
(All the light)
of agony.
The insanity
is the remedy
for this mental disease.
All the light
has blinded you.
...will never be gone
...will never be gone
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3. |
Broken
05:24
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Not to divide the ways destined
to be a part of sacrifice.
Every breath is a window
into the soul of the future
and past.
What to chose?
What will last?
Not to be taken lightly
or overdose with the thoughts.
Broken into many pieces...
Broken into many pieces...
Broken into many pieces...
Broken
Broken
Every part is affected,
every part resurrected
with electricity,
electricity.
All the time that is wasted
on silly things
is now taking over,
taking control.
A hollow life the burden supplies
and follows the wrong path to take
far from here,
far from night,
and far from day...
and it's my fault,
it's my fault
that she's dead.
and it's my fault,
my fault
that she's dead.
Broken into many pieces...
Broken into many pieces...
Broken into many pieces...
Broken
Broken
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4. |
Ticking Stops
05:32
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Uncharted roads lead the way.
The unknown lies ahead.
The voices, they say:
"You cannot repay
your debt."
And your death follows you like a shade
through the soul-less lake.
Tortured with nothing for light,
darkness is seeping from behind.
The whispers are only guides
to trust.
And your death follows you like a shade
through the soul-less lake.
No emotions
caught between
the living and the fallen.
Absolution
is nowhere near
the living and the fallen,
the fallen down
...and all the smiles
and all the frowns
are one
when the ticking stops.
...like a shade.
...like a shade.
No emotions
caught between
the living and the fallen.
Absolution
is nowhere near
the living and the fallen,
the fallen down
...and all the smiles
and all the frowns
are one
when the ticking stops.
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5. |
What's in a Name?
04:55
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Don't shy away your feelings.
An emotional ocean lies in between.
Forget the nature of names,
a rose by any other will smell as sweet.
But you decide to hide.
The distance is at your advantage.
You keep the right word underneath.
A marionette I'm not, but you treat me.
Throw me a bone
I know that I can chase
filtering the static
in the haze.
I know you can't be with me
but this customary sickness
is killing you, killing me
the heart is suffering.
Knife through me.
Poison me.
Knife through me.
Poison me.
Knife through me.
Poison me.
You can't ignore our actions
when your innocence melted away.
You may pretend it never happened
but you eyes a different story tell.
Don't throw me away,
don't let this be the last time
that I can be with you.
Don't let my heart astray.
I know you can't be with me
but this customary sickness
is killing you, killing me
the heart is suffering
Knife through me.
Poison me.
Knife through me.
Poison me.
Knife through me.
Poison me
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6. |
Envenomation
02:45
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7. |
Sinking
05:22
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Away it's carried like a burden
from a mountain top,
redefining the season.
Every moment taking toll,
erasing old paths
of control.
Don't believe that it's a weakness
to repeat what is done.
All the answers in a bottle
continue sinking to the floor.
An indispensable affliction,
no one takes thought,
it goes unnoticed.
Recursionary is the fiction
replacing facts
in your vision.
Seeking answers will not suffice,
a sacrifice is to be made.
And all the hidden is kept away.
Apathy remains.
Don't believe that it's a weakness
to repeat what is done.
All the answers in a bottle
continue sinking to the floor.
to repeat what is done.
to repeat what is done.
Don't believe that it's a weakness
to repeat what is done.
All the answers in a bottle
continue sinking to the floor.
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8. |
Running Out
05:32
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Run, Run
Ecstasy, what she's feeling
as she bleeds the thought of healing.
But she cannot stay awake
he plays her the right way,
tormenting the thought of escape.
Everything is grey
happiness a shade, a distant shade.
...Everything that you desire
...everything that you desire...
I'm sorry it's not here.
Run away, fly away, fly away, run away
Run away, fly away, fly away, run away
...Everything that you desire
...everything that you desire...
I'm sorry it's not here.
Terrified as he beds her
a silhouette marks her pain.
Suddenly a sudden change,
there's a banging at the door,
awakened she runs towards the window
where the wind blows.
Escape is no more a life time away.
Run, Run, Run, Run.
Run from the nightmare
Run from the nightmare
Run from the nightmare
Run from the nightmare
Run from the nightmare
that follows you like lightning
in a field...
Run from the nightmare
that follows you like lightning
in a field...
Run away, fly away, fly away, run away
Run away, fly away, fly away, run away
...Everything that you desire
...everything that you desire...
I'm sorry it's not here.
...Everything that you desire
...everything that you desire...
I'm sorry it's not here.
I'm sorry it's not here.
I'm sorry it's not here.
I'm sorry it's not here.
I'm sorry it's not here.
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9. |
On a String
05:40
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Axiom that's replaced
with inconsistencies
sees its way
to mainstream
where the truth becomes a shadow.
Because it's on,
on a string,
everything
echoes with an oscillating ring
through the walls that scatter.
For all the ways that math is beautiful,
don't count on the sum of the universe.
Assuming only is a certainty,
that's a certainty.
Take a look
but what is seen
changes infinitely
like ripples on an ocean of dreams.
Because it's on,
on a string,
everything
echoes with an oscillating ring
through the walls that scatter.
Because it's on,
on a string,
everything
echoes with an oscillating ring
through the walls that scatter.
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10. |
Miserere
02:19
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11. |
Rose Petals of Past
06:29
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Blowing through hell and high water
the distant peoples gather
to settle
away from the fog
away from the dark
the dark
and the fire keeps burning through it all.
Floating and feeling unwanted
the ashes keep asking
the wind
to take
them
away
them away
and the fire keeps burning through it all.
Rose petals of past
dancing the dance
in a fountain,
void of light,
void of life,
of light,
and the fire keeps burning through it all.
Blind and blind
the round and pale
blue dot spins
away from the fog,
away from the wind,
away from the light,
and the fire keeps burning through it all.
Gone is the lie
gone is the white
gone is the shadow
that covers the light,
covers the sorrow,
covers the fire;
the fire is burning through it all
covers the light
covers the sorrow
covers the fire
the fire is burning through it all.
Through it all...
Gone is the lie!
Gone is the white!
Gone is the shadow
that covers the light
that covers the sorrow
covers the fire
...through it all
...the lie;
...the sorrow;
...the fire
the fire that is burning through it all
Through it all...
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