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Intro
00:57
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Invisible On The Shore
03:30
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I don't want to see the world
I don't want to hear voices
No I don't, today
To be a coward, sitting on a stone throne by the ocean
Just be like a tear in sea, in the rain
Swept away by the wind
To Struggle in vain
Stopped by the lack of words
Like a pressure on my spinal cord
All those moments will fade with the time
Where you forget things you shouldn't
Where you forget, that you're blind
To be a coward, sitting on a stone throne by the ocean
To Learn the art of being alone all the time
To feed an empty mind
Tomorrow again
Out where the waves try to enlace yourself
I don’t want to see the face of the crowd
Tomorrow again, I won't face anything
To be a coward, sitting on a stone throne by the ocean
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3. |
The Ancient Beast
01:39
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Too unconscious to take care of myself
Too weak to hurt myself
Too old to become someone else
Too young to remember the time spent
Unable to think , unable to speak
I heard the voices of the beasts
Unable to think , unable to speak
They Remind me what my life should be
All the days, All the times
You look at everyone
On your imaginary throne
Caricature of olden days
Doctrine, Good advice
You want to teach me how to live
Doctrine, Good advice
The pathetic face of the human might
Those cold eyes staring down
This shapeless fluid in motion soulless tragedy
Helplessly watching
I can feel the hate changing me.
I'll soon deform
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Ghost
03:25
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This is where it all ends, now, my tongue is release
Standing in front of this big dark door
The only gate protecting me, like an underworld
Being in the dark suits me well
I leave you the glitters of the artificial light of your daily life
The uniform of the human race exasperates me
Your monochromy disgusts me
The herd instinct, Plague of modern time
More i forget you, more I live
I’m tired of trying to talk to you
To pretend, stuttering, telling lies
So hard to find the words
Don’t you see my distress when i have to face you
I'm Tired , I'm Tired
I’m tired of being here only for this one passion
I’m tired of not being in this scene that should be mine
I’m tired of all these people and their concerns
I’m tired, before writing was an outlet
A regular urge to finally put a in words what i could see
Now it’s become a real ordeal
As all i can see makes me want to fall silent
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I woke up in a sweat
Feverish, when the faults of some have fallen
I was reluctanted to be sad
To turn into coal
I'm recall the soft timbre of the whispersof these still people
And the black sand of your body started to slide
I found myself at your side
Smear ashes over your brow
I saw in your face when you thought we’re the same
To Bury yourself in tar and preserved you
Endless debris riddling your lungs, lingering over every pore
Decorated with a bitter face
Reaching the heights
Until the madness
Of the undertow
I imagined overcoming it and I fell to my knees before the endless truth
Now I know, now we know
The remainder of my humanity is drifting through the COLD
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Misfortune
02:55
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This life has slowly faded away
In this swamp we have drowned
No second chance, no shining sun
Wrapped in a haze that makes me blind
No cry or no curses could explain that
By a virus of apathy and hatred, Infected, I’m
Have you really been so sick and tired of fighting it ?
The sun won't rise
The sun won't rise again
As you walk through darkness
Do you still see the path ?
We Will spread back our scorn
I'm ready to fight, I'm ready to sink
Scorned by most. Blessed by the worst
To Rise after defeat, to fall after rising
Among them, I hope you’re not alone in this endless night
Our sun went down, our moon is dead
This is the curse of the dephts
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7. |
Chasing A Chimera
03:45
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Outside, where everything has turned black with dust,
the wind chases me like a straw
my heart now beats to the rhythm of the air
full of stories that are always sad in the end
Devoured by a chimera
It feels like I can't accomplish anything anymore.
Mired day after day, forced to accept it.
I swallow back my screams into my chest
At the height of my lack of eloquence
I dream of space that my brain can no longer imagine
Convincing myself that I’m always in the right place
Aware now that among all that voices
Whose echoes recoil upon me
I have not once had the least idea of who or what I am
Mired day after day, forced to accept it.
I swallow back my screams into my chest
I ended up watching my fulfilment fly away
So I watched it, watched it,
and finally, I figured the sky is not so high
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