1. |
G.O.D. (Guilty Of Dying)
04:58
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In flames, on the earth
A death and a birth
Need to unleash what we can’t say
Fear of sins that we create
Alone in every pray
Hearing that voice so loud
Screams the promise to save
A damned soul
Eternity is a plan
God is not a masked man
Need to be what we can’t be
Fear of a hell that we just live
Alone in silence
Breathing to leave behind
The promise and chains
To feel alive
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2. |
Black Painted Circle
06:48
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In my veins, Thick warm tears
Don’t feel and the pain dies
In my eyes, The blinding dark
Pain makes awake
Grey boxes, inside my head
They choke my conscience’s breath
They’re waiting for its death
And all those questions, will we return?
A door as a loaded gun
Hit the mirror or your arm
Nevermore the same, Nevermore this place
Thoughts float in stillness
Time seems to hesitate
Nothing is real
In the darkest dream
Here and now.
Feel, emptiness.
Here and now.
Feel, emptiness.
Do you feel this sore?
Do you pray for some?
Have you ever lived before?
(paint your circle on your own)
Do you deserve this sore?
Do these tears mean more?
Have you ever lived before?
Nevermore the same, Nevermore this place
Thoughts float in stillness
Time seems to hesitate
Nothing is real
In the darkest dream
In my eyes.
In my veins.
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3. |
Opaque Solo
03:51
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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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4. |
Down Again
04:38
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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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