1. |
Heaven in Her (Prologue)
05:00
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Under these circumstances
Legs can slip over
Becoming weak
Words spread out
Scratch, curse, punch and kick
They fly out mad and eager
Built a little shrine with fires
shining quite bl eak
drowning in the sand
as we speak
Representing the love that stood for moment in our eyes
Representing us being one with all that in this moment dies
Never over said and over sung the limit is the skies
This is why she cries
For there is no day all the time it is night
Absurdities dwell as a mans desire like the ebbing tide
Hushed away not to appear different
Nor to confess anything that's screwing your mind
Gathered in the pieces of pesonality
Cutting like stained glass
Formality lost
wreckage in the gales
In her heart they found a sword
Incised deep to stay
Till all the world, and I, are surely just a part of you
And I'm drawing my last breath
It's Heaven in her, because we're both dead.
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2. |
Automutilation
07:09
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Tonight
A razor
A ballpoint pen
Will fly
Picked up
Paper
I gave myself
Lines
Regret
Forever
Pale skin
As paper
Words
Bleeding upon
it's surface
Damage
Myself
And paint a
Pretty picture
Written
Blood runs
Cold
My heart
Cries
Wings
Punch Air
Silent
It cries
Broken
Drowning
In thin
Lines
Notice
The lines
On my angel
Sometimes
Her scars fade
But memories last
Can't erase
The past
Long
Sleeples
Nights
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3. |
Foul Fruit
06:12
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Empty places
Lamps I light
Sharp wind
Thick dust
Silently my wounds I feed
Wailing evermore
Something I cherished
Has perished
And I try to restore
Still autumn sets place
Protected the secrets
That wait to be uncovered
Outside the pendulum
Without curators
A strict protocol
And tearless now I grieve
Wrong intentions and mistakes
Made me pit my wits
A second chance only I could give
Standing in the distance
Planning nothing
But still digging the holes
To plant them to grow
Covered with a canopy
So the fruits won't collide
Silently my wounds I feed
Wailing evermore
Something I cherished
Has perished
And I try to restore
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4. |
Valley in Flames
05:44
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Hands Tied
Mouth Bound
Helpless in the fire
Consuming
Try to save what's left
While in chains
The senses are sharpened
Raking away
Your disguise
What was sweet turned sour
Fountains run dry
For a reason
Flames awaken
Infinite and immense
Growing more and more
Larger
Burning all that was built
All that matters
We couldn't keep
Turned white
Is no longer there
Perhaps it belonged
To someone else
Although it meant so much
Fountains run dry
And stay without water
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5. |
Seizure
04:34
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Losing
Weight
Twisted
And turned
Dizzy
Nourishment
Senses
Are gone
My reflection
Disgusts
Repluses
Is Sick
Avoiding
Mirrors
It makes me
Vomit
Can't sleep
Can't talk
It aches
So much
Beyond
Understanding
The shame
In my stomach
Loss of
Apetite
Weak
Legs
Nausea
Sleepless
Freezing
Stare
Constantly
Stressed
Terrified
Lonely
Forced
To cope
Collapsing
At home
Slurred
Together
Without
Words
Forced
To cope
Like a bad drug
Like being drunk
Looking healthy feels so sickening
Pressing my eyes in
To forget
What drags on
For so long
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6. |
Refusement
06:05
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Her only real importance
was nothing intimate
never something sensational
not very interesting
very materialistic
and modern
She said we can be friends
what should change
it doesn't matter
I changed
For the worse
Again
Refused
I changed for you
Again
Refused
Together
I changed for you
and it doesn't matter
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7. |
Lone Ground
04:02
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Emerged from cold ground
A blast of frigid earth air
crossed the treshold
She padded foward
Her paws scuffing through the sand
Grunted in annoyance
As her fingers brushed it's back
Covered the floor of the path
Leading away from alliance
Voices guiding to enlighten
Influence the plight of her purpose
Changing colors vividly
You were so confident before
Precious stones belong in the ground
In the lonely earth cold and gaunting
She paaded foward
Her paws scuffing through the sand
Grunted in annoyance
Changing colors vividly
She padded foward
Let it snow
Give her company
Rainfall comes to give warmth
Stays equal
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8. |
Interior Mutation
05:05
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Rooms are shape shifting
Deforming the floor
Changing the boundaries
Of vectors
We were sitting there
There in this room
Not like before
Not in the slightest
Not a fragrance of bloom
Was outside
But we kept seeing
Interior mutations
Confusions start to take hold
After a while
You feel captive
When inside
Doors won't open
Windows shut
Air thickens
Something absorbs warmth
Glass blurs
As remembered
Inside
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9. |
Under the Snow
03:57
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Roads are painted in white
Purer regions of celestial light
Beneath the snow
With delight
It seems to press
On the eyes
Reaching out
To the skies
Full of it's stains
So bright
One vital breath
While she cries
Will ascend
And fly
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10. |
Torn Apart
14:15
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11. |
Sorry for Everything
07:32
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12. |
Condescension
05:03
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Unworthy
Not considerable for respect
As scorn or deride
Are Present
With persons
Viewed
on contempt
No one matters
Gestures fade
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13. |
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Equal pay
For equal work
Order of nightmare
For a vectorial analysis
Direct to abandon the registers of opposition
Insistently in the efficiacy of regulatory systems
With each semilogical step we shall voluntarily open up to the foreign
A Problem of articulations
To make the signs function
To proceed with the dispersal
To sustain them
of powers, of relations, of elevations, of series
sequenes, modes, circulations
Linkng repetition, codification, reconciliation or erotic
Melancholy passivity
To act as a discrusive model from which will be expressed
My art, my music, is the mirror of the society in which I live
Structures, of an eternally desired formalization
in which signification is submissive
to the double law of unity and regular and reproducive expansion
When it has no value as representation
The image of the word it presents to itself as prison-discourage
Infinitive, acephalaous lines
The absence of recollection by memory can enact a new exitation of the senses
Or rather os sense itself
Individualization
Blank lines of innovation
Extreme squences
A protocol of singular experience
An incomparable abstract machine
Affirmation of a block of sonic matter
At the highest power of transformation
Worlds of pure intensities where all forms dissolve
All significations as well
Holding to the impressive form itself
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14. |
End Me
09:21
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Midnight at dawn
Only you on my mind
Many things have been said
On beauty and why it falls appart
A Thousand years of it's poetry have past
But Nothing seems to last
Everything is lost to the present time
They forgot everything that came from inside
If it's written on paper it fades away real fast
Those recorded on tape never get to see the light
You can't change the world how ever hard you try
Even riots and mass murders just turn it to ash
It's the language we speak that can only divide
Everyone is stupid for trying to look nice
Beauty is corrupted, immoral and vice
For why you want someone it's not the right reasons
You wouldn't doubt that you'll leave them with treason
This betrayal we witness as amusement
Stacked papers in which life is left
Pictures eden didn't wanted
Tucked away
Hidden under the mess
Almost done
Being useless
Empty, cold and lonesome
Starved, mocked and beaten
Merely breathing
Sick with longing
Conscious about denial
Reasons exist
Joy has left
Has been broken
Made to rot
Even when it was intact
It clawed onto
Pledged to remain laughing
Lifted above the skies
And polluted
With smoke of forgotten treasures
Jewerly that lost any worth
Melting gold into the skin
Deeper it goes
And the pencil point
Deeper
Without emotions
A body turns grey
Resembling ash
In a ashtray
Sadness isn't obvious
But suicide is
And will uncover
What nobody sees
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