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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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For the pain that was caused
For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache
For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell
Not run away
That can not go anywhere else
For the trauma that's caused by abuse
For so many years
For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments
Bring back torture for such crimes
Bring back the death sentence
Bring back the whips we used
Nailed to a poll and stoned to death
Something caused all the lost souls
No judge despises suicide attempts
Animals commiting corporal abuse should not even get their grave
We don't have to act like it's normal
Like it's happened before so we shouldn't care
Chose the right side of moral
You lie if you belive they will change
Reconcile the scene for a moment
Screming with a tear covered face
Being used for someones amusement
Picture it in your fucking head
Now take a second
A second to imagine
The tragedy of a photograph
Cold hands touching and beating
A small thing haunted with fears
Now we cherish our understanding law believing even in such excrement
Shit that caused pain to a child deserves death and nothing less
Before execution a fiend shall arrive
Their body shall be burned till skin melts
The sight shall be gruesome to the eyes that are not aware of what the victim felt
For the pain that was caused
For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache
For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell, not run away, that can not go anywhere else
For the trauma that's caused by abuse for so many years
For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments
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3. |
Of Thousand Open Wounds
07:20
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In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at
To be inspected
But it did
As if to wait for a misspelled word
for contoversial opinion
Life choices about your own body someone can't understand
Being listened to
Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong
Who are we to critique?
As if we have the wisdom
To teach or tell fortune
To know how it is to cope with these insecurities
Suffer with the coil in your flesh
Opposing against troubles
Scorning whips and arrows with no respect
Cowards of us all
Sweat under weary lives
Rather to cast a thought than a moment
With a regard to deny the resolution
Of which you know nothing of
And lose the belief in yourself and others
Walking the crowded streets scattered
Knowing what it is like
There, right now.
Walking the crowded streets scattered
In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at
To be inspected
But it did
As if to wait for a misspelled word
for contoversial opinion
Life choices about your own body someone can't understand
Being listened to
Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong
Who are we to critique?
As if we have the wisdom
To teach or tell fortune
Walking the crowded streets
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Thou wast perfect in the ways from the day thou wast created
Till inquintiy was found in thee
Deciver of earth
The whole world
is yours
Play as you used to
Before thrown from heaven
That ancient serpent
His notes
Haven't sound but made to linger in the ears
Destruction all the music will bring
Cherish the result of your fall
Play us murder and lies we consent
Shell there bere drinking and cursing
Help us to embrace
Every sinful sence
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SOFTLY GENTLE LIES
MELTING FROM THE EYES
TEARS OF THE FALLEN
SLEEPING IN THE SKIES
FOR OPHELIA
SPREAD A NEW VARIANCE
THE SUN HAS SET
YET THE DAY BRIGHTENS
WHEN OPHELIA IS DEAD
AND THE NIGHT DEBARS
ROUND AND ROUND THE MOON AROUND THE EARTH FLIPS
PLANETS AND SKIES LIFT
AND DAY IS DULL DURING THE ECLIPSE
THE MELTING FROM THE EYES
AND THE TEAR THAT DRIPS
HAS SHATTERED THE SKIES
POISONED THE LIGHT
COLORED THE WHITE
TURNED DAY INTO NIGHT
AND STARS INTO DEBRIS
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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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7. |
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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NOBODY THINKS OF THE SMALL THINGS
TRAPPED AND HIDDEN INSIDE
IMAGINE YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE SLAUGHTERED
AND JUST WAITING TO DIE
LOOKING AT THE KILLER SMILING
SHARPENING HIS KNIFE
WHO IS THE NEXT
CUTE LITTLE LAMBS
IT WILL HURT JUST A LITTLE
JUST A MOMENT AND DONE
BLADES ARE CUTTING WITH PLEASURE
YOU ARE THE ONE
THIS TIME YOU WILL BE CHOSEN
TO HAVE SOME FUN
FLOORS ARE RUNNING RED
A FLOWING RIVER OF BLOOD
BUT YOU COULD BE SPARED
IF YOU'RE KILLED BY A SNAKE BITE
WITHOUT ANY HOPE
TO BE SAVED OR RECUED BY SOMEONE
NOBODY CARES ABOUT YOUR SOUL
THERE IS NO SOMEONE
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Heaven in Her
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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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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