1. |
Intro
00:30
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2. |
How
03:25
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Can you sleep?
How can you sleep?
I can’t I don’t want
How can you breathe?
I’m burning in depth
Don’t think don’t think
How can you sleep?
Don’t think don’t think
How can you breathe?
You’re talking alone
Watch the eyes behind you
Rape doubts inside you
You’ re living alone
Stones take me home
A river makes me fast
The sky lets me last
Stones take me home
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3. |
Down Again
04:41
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Have you killed it
Or have I let it die?
So sweet to forget
Your name in red
I leave again
Deception in a glass
Joy as a grab
Laying on your web
Down again
Death in her dress
Reminds me an escape
Down again
A chair so cold
My hands on you
Your father is right
My brothers are died
I leave again
Deception in a glass
Death in her dress
Reminds me an escape
Down again
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4. |
H.H.
02:50
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Bleed inside
A new friend of mine
Spurts inside
To another life
The price of being yourself
Yesterday could end
Upstream vagrancy
Trust in the eternity
Visions in a magic theatre
How and why can it be there?
A wolf in the darkness
A solitary prayer
Thousand shades on a mirror
One end without sorrow
Mind and wisdom fight
Wild instinct of time
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5. |
Opaque solo
03:52
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No promises to keep
No excuses to believe
A window and a book
Black window as a look
Walls. Black.
Anesthetized from emotions.
Lines. Cracked.
Burning into an opaque mirror.
A knife
A trembling hand, veins are so naked
The sky
The purest eyes inhale the soul
Soul is a rare thing
Some are hidden, some are killed
Breathing alone and blind
No one lies, no one cries
Stay alone to slight
Or make the creed commits a suicide
A soul can’t heal. It dies.
And if it’s strong, it revives
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6. |
The blue falling door
03:34
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No promises to keep
No excuses to believe
A window and a book
Black window as a look
Walls. Black.
Anesthetized from emotions.
Lines. Cracked.
Burning into an opaque mirror.
A knife
A trembling hand, veins are so naked
The sky
The purest eyes inhale the soul
Soul is a rare thing
Some are hidden, some are killed
Breathing alone and blind
No one lies, no one cries
Stay alone to slight
Or make the creed commits a suicide
A soul can’t heal
It dies – and if is strong – it revives
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7. |
Park days
03:58
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Sitting on that bench
In the garden of ice
Dissolving blank feelings
In the talk with the devil
Hidden by trees
undressed unleashed
Risk more than death
A gash to escape
Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand
The castle watched the smiles
Ephemeral but intense
Everyday going there
To face gods with no care
Fall in
Park on a dead land
Dark hand
Fear and chaos
Poetry and instinct
Sliding losing senses
Exploring
Stranger ways
Losing sliding out of the land
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8. |
Perdition
04:40
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From now
Walkin’ down the street of blinds,
No voice
Sounds in the ears if times...
A town
Breaks the laws of fate,
A pain
A lake of naïve mistake...
As death borns from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
And a crow looks at the passage
Of a breath has lost its perception
A black
Waterfall in the sky,
No hope
To feel in a dark so dry...
An instant
Makes a wound as a dream,
Unheard pain
a lake where to bleed
As death born from a flower
Souls arise in a sea of perdition
The thought becomes a thorn
Waitin’ for a meaning born
The silence in a storm
Waitin’ for a raising soul
Waitin’ for an opened soul
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9. |
Behind
04:10
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You’re walking behind the door
Your lips are running across the door
A shiver and silence.
You’re breathing – I feel – It’s slow
But soon the sigh becomes a storm
A dark pure rain comes
A true dark tear drops
Swallow pain
Sliding on silky wails
Painting hopes
On my skin your nails
The door we burn
The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years
And the cross forsakes
Last bottle, awaking
An early taste of you
Last time, in bloom
Hollowed the pain
Sweating on sweet wails
Carving hopes
Under my skin your nails
The door we broke down
The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years
And the cross forsakes
Last bottle, awaking
An early taste of you
Last time, in bloom
A disappeared, used and naked Christ
Tomorrow maybe won’t rescue from oblivion and icons
Alone with you
I eascape from the shelter
Fragile shelter of the sneaking solace
The wax strains on our beings
Lines on my face are broken years
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