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For acid lifeline works
the straight
and marrow filled in
barricade of
torrents warm
in every line of mine
presuming this is not a drill
We will
navigate our ways around
the buildings
that our fathers found
An entourage of sliding walls
She calls
aloud to them
and lays the wreath beneath
Rough skin
Telling it like a blasting furnace
Crying for her
We were
In this wide world
You are the hate untied
You are the grave inside
End this cold world
Running again
We're standing alone
Looking outside ourselves
In this dead light
Wandering, we're afraid
Wondering why we stayed
In this hard night
Tie us together
All into one
Make us forget ourselves
Rough skin
Telling it like a blasting furnace
Crying for her
We were
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Hand high
flag low
Swollen ground
If you know why
the world turns round
gravity fails
us
now
Show us new way
Harder day
I have
a friend
who does not know me.
Long life
Tired eyes.
My friend: enemy.
Hold my head
in your hands
hell to open.
Tearing every nerve apart
Our cracking hands
have drawn the chart
We drive the ladder
deep into the ground
Laughing as the tallest trees
fall down.
We stack them up.
We set the flame.
We plunder all
that fueled their fame.
The stories we were told unfold
around our heads
and we're defenseless.
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Instrumental.
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With shackles
on the frozen waste
I give myself another taste of
Love that comes from deep within the mind
I ask you all
to leave the past behind.
A refuge in the world within
O let the river here begin
The falling shards of hate begone
And perish all the words
that still destroy.
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Some things should not be expressed in words and music
Like the anger after the fact
Stories that I sometimes tell
to myself
That you were mine
and I was yours
and we had saved our souls
The thought I banish
And I hate myself
for being wrong
and being selfless.
Like the silence inside my head
After I questioned why
And you're always around
And contact is closer
than flesh to flesh
cold caress that still hurts me.
Like the hatred
you could not stop.
Still hanging on to self-denial
Taking every blow
Compassion that could kill
All they could do
with words and notes
was beat you senseless.
Some things should not be expressed in words and music.
Like the things
we say we want back
Fool am I.
How can I part with myself?
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6. |
In The Know
02:56
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Instrumental
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7. |
Valutnaya
10:03
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Marked with cruelty
Throwing flares
To cars and carnivorous men
Empty bottle
Open context
There's nothing left to defend
Lurid as the purest drug
Arrayed and racing
Flock of worry
Grinning angel
Walk of fury
Smiling angel
Shades of eros
Naked aching
Body shaking
Shoulders arch
And money is the cure
I am your guide
Come with me
Ride with me
Nothing can change my way
Gravity serves me.
Racing illness
Sheltered in a maze
of perpetual love
Wordless passion
Hope and glory
All she can give is enough
Looking close at living color
Border guards are
Braving rapids
Grazing sheep
And giving to the smiling angel
Shades of Eros
Naked aching
Body shaking
They have never seen
a drug so pure
Whore.
You were with me
Black curtains fell away
You were here
By my side
While we watched
Hoping
Fragment
Give me a chance
Searching my deepest, darkest secret place
Can a puzzle solve itself?
My old self
Dragging me back to the time when I lost you
Missing piece I cannot find
Maze of motion
Fault is open
Finding the medicine man
Walking causeless
Just like home
She climbs in as far as she can
Slipping slow
and sleeping through
the steepest stillness
Lying here the deep depression calmly shakes us
Sleeping in a scathing sleep
While chiming choppers
Ringing butchers
Listen calmly
Nothing is for sure
She is lifted while she lies
In pleasure
Dreaming of
Dreaming of
Dreaming of
Sleeping
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8. |
Palach
04:05
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Instrumental.
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9. |
Kira
09:57
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Night that pales me
This cold is mine
When I dreamed of
That wondrous line
Brave as heroes
I wrote this tale
Gate that opens
When I see you
Gate that opens
Inside myself
Opened wide
The lasting smile
I feel them
Shining life
That lasts beyond
I'm holding tight
I scream at dead light
Hear me.
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10. |
Terror Is the Cure
01:43
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Microbe
We're each a microbe
And when we come together
When I tie myself to you
And you and you
And every single one of you
Everybody knows what we are
And everybody knows the cure
Flames outside my frigid cradle
Slow, quiet long strokes
Bathing me in carnal hate
Sliding walls
Circling around each other
Stepping to sides
An ocean of singing
The questioning song we don't often hear
Mother's overhead with
A gun. Mine.
I can kill myself without touching
And I can join hand in hand with you again
And kill myself without touching.
Mine. A gun.
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11. |
The Interrogation
04:20
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Instrumental.
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12. |
Desperation
07:01
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Golden land
Our crate of orphans
Separated from the past
Sailing by the beast of anguish
Passion tied us to the mast
Walls that slide
Around us quickly
Grabbing on to all we've got
Finding out it comes to nothing
Empty hands and overwrought
Bankrupt, Faltering
Every tree cut to the ground
Whitewashed credo
Wishing we could
hear the sound
Blind, deaf, crawling
Faith brought this to us
Floating weightless
Tethered to the iron barracks
Mortals all we cannot fail
Holding close
our barren mother
God below we shrink and pale
All we learned
to live and fight for
Humbly gave it all away
Stripped ourselves
of all we cherished
Wrote this heartless
passion play.
Grasping hammerhand
Fleeting in the limelit sky
Crazed and desperate
Fast the moment passes by
Waiting inside
We ponder our silence
We rest on our silence
Killed by our silence.
Whitewashed credo
In this dead light
Please call for me.
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13. |
Y-Clad
03:53
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I don't fall
Fragrant in the sieve
A plaster group of tidings
Wide and narrow
Building above the salty plain
And home is plowing deep
Lover
Lock the door
And show the way to the sea astir in us
Create my god
Nail him to my heart
I sway with anxiety
Shake away the hate
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14. |
Poem
03:37
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Instrumental.
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