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Puppets
05:24
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Blowflies lead the way
since the days of madness
higher weakness above
sold as might
truth in trash
the only way is downwards
holding speaches for a
heartless, lost and mindless mass
Fight for your revolution
it might slightly differ
since sleepless people are
a mindless matter
acting like puppets on
puppets strings
Lost
we have been falling
we have been turned
we have been numb far too long
we have fainted
Too weak to find own words
too scared to be awake
guillotinated - or liberated - ill-liberated
tolerated - to death
extinct
almost gone
but yet to come
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Fever Dreams
07:15
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I wish I could relish
from the dreams of days long gone
from these gleams of sunshine
that I remember nor I see no more
It's (was) not the sun, it never changed,
I think it cannot reach me anymore
It wont touch, but overleap to burn
to burn instead of giving warmth
No growth, no love - but pain of heat
on this inverted star, on that raped planet
like being dead and long forgotten
like a fever dream - trapped in this bitter world
We're lost in fever dreams
In greatest freedom, yet in greatest apathy
With the pain to feel no pain, no more
All alone while intimate
nucleated, trapped in masses
It's like a fever dream
Like a night of sleepless, endless pain
we are lost in fever dreams
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3. |
Cold
05:20
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I'm so cold
since the days of old
there was no turning back
I'm so cold
for I have dreamed
for what I have become
I'm so cold
I cannot see the stars
I cannot hear your pretty voice
I'm so cold
I cannot feel what you are feeling
I will not feel it anymore
I'm still cold
I cannot hear your voice
The owl seeks the other fate
A face of what is ignorance
The owl does not care
Sit there staring silently
Standing still, breathing silently
Haunting me still silently
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4. |
Driftwood
05:28
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We did not chose the path we walk
the path has chosen us
every turn and every fork
declined : onwards into the dark
Refused to feel, refused to be
we're drowning in the flood
refused to be-, refused to -come
now driftwood, down the stream - soon gone
Like a tree turned into dust, crushing on the shore
more and more, failed to be, failed to see, begone
and it's saplings left to die
all the branches left to die
Yesterday - too far to see - won't come back, no memory
the new world order to become - devouring our tomorrow
an endless sunset, a bloodred sky
a hope that seems itself to faint
a night that seeks to kill the day
that still refuses to end
your hope is just a silly dream
no hope will save you - but deed, indeed
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Worlds Whispers
08:19
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We don't see a future
Hope is not a feeling in your life
A nightmare when falling stars are counting you
We can't see a future
A long time of not still wanting, inner wanting
A long time of not talking
Other than inner talking
inner watching disease to shine through
into different dimensions on a deeper layer
Too long all alone to be anything but atomized
Too long too indifferent, far too long disconnected
Lost your self, lost yourself, lost your self of inner self, lost your source, lost in the world
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Rootless
05:07
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Wandering on former grounds
travelling alone - no fate
i turned out on our own
finding truth on our walk
Where is that place we always talked of
Will I reach it finally
Is it a dream, is it for real
I dont know why it cannot make me to obey the truth
but one day it will
For what we lost was our shelter
it is not existent anymore
for what we lost and loved is gone
someone else is now where we once lived
has raped the ground and burned what we have planted
what burns with secret tongues
like twisted thumbs
there is no soil where rivers flow
there is no ground where we once found the ground
I call it hell - they call it home
And I can tell beyond the shell I once will find astray towards regard
I dont command that this - this is our find, our play is doomed now
Afar from this if any dice that lies around and awaits who touches
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7. |
The Desert
07:21
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Every day is delicate
in this multicoloured world
where the day refused to end
Where the day refused to end
songs of plastic toys
written by illiterates
Wherever you might go
there's just that bright and smiling sun
and a happy cloudless sky
For we who never loved the gleams of sun
We - who liked the faded clouds
We - since the spring dried out and died
We - who loved the faded rain
Are seeking for the source
To finally still the thirst
Are seeking for the cure
To finally kill that pain
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