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10's Nero
03:55
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I hate the city
All these weeds have grown so dark
Through the asphalt like sharp thin knives
Now the city hates me back
Sold my eyes for mires
Now my vision's clear
Houses are unlit pyres
People are unpunished
I heard the worker bees
Have been busy all this time
Brought all honey back to faraway hives now
My body lets me down
Sold my eyes for mires
My hand for a gun
Ashes turn back to embers
If I blow them on
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2. |
Fair Exchange
04:13
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Running the suicide sub-routine
Slower than the slowest guillotine
Uninterrupted violins
Scream
How are we always back to it
There must be something I can get
From all this self-destructing debt
I still seek the sugar in my blood
Easier to find gold in the mud
Tastes more sour than it should
Taste
How are we always back to it
There must be something I don’t get
About all this senseless stupid game
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3. |
Threshold
04:09
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My right arm offered
So their jaws can gnaw
Nothing happens
Nothing I’d know (And now)
It's logical fallacy (Deny)
Denying the future (I planned)
I planned just to wait and see (How I)
How I am the error
My left arm abandoned
So the ghosts can nest
And all of a sudden
Their voices coalesced (And I’m)
Against all your fantasy (You know)
The night is a mirror (I planned)
I planned just to wait and see (This thought)
This thought is like cancer
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4. |
Pink Foam
03:56
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The sound - Stuck in my bones
Around her mouth - A thin pink foam
She lied under the porch (then)
Her eyes - Never cried
I am - Petrified
She lied down on her side (then)
She prayed I stood still
She prayed Not to feel
She prayed, oh she prayed
I stood still Ashamed
Not to kill
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5. |
Hold Back
04:16
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The chanting of birds, way out of sight
Horizons that burn, even their smile
Could not hold you back
Oh you're back
Like old perfume, Darkness takes hold
Tired Costume, New cells, old mold
Could not get me back
Could not hold you back
Oh you're back
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6. |
Royal
04:27
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I rot in the same - 50 meters and square
Sarcophagus still
Dreaming I’m breathing - Sleeping tight
Hitting the same – Wall over again
The sixth won’t break and I’m
Dreaming I’m leaving - Sleeping tight
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The sofa burns like hell
Now it's the girl herself
The city couldn't tell
The coldness of this bed
In the corner of your room
Stole the air off your tomb
The sound of a single fly
Just ruined your most genuine time
Our motions spoke too well
As basic as it felt
In the corner of your mind
Stole the fire off your mouth
In the corner of your head
Now there's a wide blank space
The sound of a single fly
And now you are paralyzed
Paralyzed
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8. |
About Faith
03:14
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You're asking my profession
As if it defined who I am
You're asking my confession, then
In love I'm an agnostic
But for this I'm a preacher you see
Your love makes me so damn sick
Too bad there’s no doctor for it
You're asking my intentions
As if it defined what I’d do
You're asking my protection too and you
Think love is so fantastic
I guess I’m the monster you need
My love is so elastic
Too bad, doesn't matter to me
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9. |
Olympics
03:38
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You are the champion of pain
You run the marathon again
You feel it running through your veins
You feel it running through your head
Pushing, pushing it away
Pushing, pushing it away
You set all our expectations high
Not as high as you are now
You set all our expectations high
Not as high as you are now
Limits are meant to be ignored
Destruction is its own reward
You feel it running through your veins
You feel it running through your head
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10. |
Only
03:25
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In a dream you came to me
You have less to tell than I have to hear
All the laughs, all the insults
Are all melted in the same cauldron
We’re going through the same old aches
Things only you can understand
In a dream you came again
I have less to give than you have to take
All the harm, all the pleasure
Always given by the same fingers
We’re going through the same old aches
Things only you can understand
We’re going through the same mistakes
Things only you reiterate
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11. |
Toy
03:39
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Don’t speak - with this - inert thing - just be-cause it - blinked
It did its time
Out of the shelf
You grow mute and I’m turning deaf
Objects - break and - are replaced, anytime anyway
It did its time
Out of the shelf
You grow mute and I’m turning deaf
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12. |
Safe
03:47
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Out of breath and out of mind out of speech I am
Out of focus, Out of sight, out of reach I stay
Safe, in the perfection of a dream
Safe, I feel I'm caught up in the stream
I lost the signal long ago when I started to hide
Into a deeper place where I just float around, so
Safe, inside the shell of the machine
Safe, I feel I'm trapped in my own skin
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13. |
Amoeba
03:11
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14. |
(Unborn)
01:49
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