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Lethargy
00:56
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Laudanum
06:13
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Stuck in a limb
On the one hand, the opportunity to see the light
and the other side, I remain envious of my load.
The thought of throwing myself in that vacuum,
Where I have no excuse to postpone
The pale phantom of my old gaze reveals itself
Before my eyes I don't want you to suffer more than you already have.
I remember about your anger and grudge
Your view is blurred by your rage and fear
I will not take this venom anymore
I'll get rid of all this needless weight.
Pale and dry skin of wet and tremblings arms
Dark and protrounding veins
portrait of a wrecked man
The defeat of the individual
The sucess of a dying community
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Fate Takes its Course
06:50
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Pale faces, dark cricles, aenimic individuals.
Sad eyes, parched mouths, so sick of all this shit.
The more I think about that, the more I see I'm not like others.
I disown myself.
Through this garments, hiding my fears and sins, fate take its course.
Black wounds, consequences of my faults, I have no choiche, I'll disappear.
Fate take its course.
I have no choice, I'll disappear.
Keepin' my gaze fixed, on the brink of collapse.
I embrace darkness, I accept it.
I'll never want to lie again, I already decided.
I will do what must be done.
Void hath made me who I am.
Heart rate slowin', pupils dilated, now I will be free
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Wanderer
06:19
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An endless cycle of awake and sleep, let me get you in focus.
Give me time, so many years have already elapsed.
Poisoned by forged sights.
Through the haze of my tired eyes.
Stoned, I walked my way.
a bitter taste in my mouth.
Dust, dirt and sweat on my skin.
Looking back, I'm on my own.
Sloppy and careless, others were found a disappointement.
No mercy, no pity.
A sad smile, after so many times grindin' my fucking teeth.
Not a ring, after so many nights lost in attempt to fight my inner demons.
Stoned, I walked my way.
a bitter taste in my mouth.
Stoned, I walked my way.
a bitter taste in my mouth.
Dust, dirt and sweat on my skin.
Looking back, I'm on my own.
I'm on my own.
Vacuos eyes, unhesitatingly draggin themself from a target to another one.
Nothing in between.
A dry field, shrouded in mist.
Only this has remained
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My Covenant
07:05
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Only a blank sheet facing me.
The rough touch of paper brings me back.
Here where I can get rid of all the veils.
A series of fears, thougths, prayers.
All I have hidden, I've spent so many sleepless nights.
Trying, trying to figure out
How could I stand with it
So I put that in writing, and I go through it.
The more I read my words, the more I reflected and
Crying my heart out, and somehow, also found some peace.
None of these will ever see the light of day.
My covenant, my writings will follow me.
I won't get them away.
It will not be a weight, it will be my trusted ally.
The last thing from witch I'll depart, my covenant.
Rewind the tapes, images flowing in front of me.
Bitter tears flow from my eyes.
Sobs that make crack the bones in my chest.
Without useless burdens, I am not afraid anymore.
My own worth, the very essence of my self will drive me there.
I accept my mistakes.
All of them
But even the slightest I believe should be by my side
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Monochrome
07:26
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And now that I can see, this putrid pile, that my face is.
I stop my hand, grinding my teeth, shuffling I get bored.
I lost my time.
Without hate, I'll die.
Without hate, I don't live.
Closing my eyes, let the show begin.
Closing my eyes, the ice exibition flares up,
Harrowing groans, let my happiest thoughts rise.
Monochrome is my blood
Monochrome is the sun.
You forget something, you forget everything.
Monochrome is my blood
Monochrome is the sun.
You forget something, you forget everything
The touch of your hand, the scent on your neck, the contact with your skin.
(Anything that worked) Now it's useless.
I drowned too much times from that laced challice.
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Chemical
06:47
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A ruined pot, but still not broken.
A few drops slinding from the fissures.
Fresh cut flowers inside it.
Herbal and fragrant smell surronded me.
Cold and numb hands stroke the cup,
Begging for a short wait.
Fear, loniless rage.
Above all, rage, so much rage.
That I couldn't take it anymore.
Slolwly, chemical slumber comes.
Rage steps into sorrow.
Low sounds that travel through walls,
a dull mechanical noise, in the distance.
No chance, only survival.
A rusted bulb, a guide into null.
Fitful but real, disappointing but necessary.
I will not be drag away by the undertow.
Cold head, blue veins.
Still here.
Headlights that hit the windows.
Brief flashes illuminate my room.
Only wrapped by the sunset, lights that hit my glasses
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Saturated
07:27
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And I shut the door
And I rest my head against it.
At last silence, my diaphragm slowly goes down.
And Then I open my eyes.
There's not enough light, another sunset gone by.
I'm still not used to it
Overwhelmed by anguish and concern.
The wind blows away some drops from my window.
The usual landscape, a mid-season sky.
The same road never feel the same.
Light comes and goes.
A quick lock in the mirror, I don't recognize my eyes.
I'm sure they're mine, another perception, saturated.
Warm water blends with clotted sweat.
And draws a line on the back.
My raw nerves ease off.
Finally with my last defences.
The tears flow away.
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