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Anachrony
01:07
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2. |
Assumption
05:36
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Death is not a distant night waiting to shine,
Our flesh is woven by his blood
We're guaranteed the end,
but we forget the way
Pretending the eternal we stop burning,
We feel misery when we know a short time,
We seek soul because we are ashamed of our skin...
we burn in life, taking in time, the wound of his going,
Giving up to choose
to appropriate a path
on the skin,
we will die in this life
Talk seems like a distant night
waiting to shine
We look for words that will save us
To feel that nothing will make us permanent
But brevity impels us to desire
Uncertainty is the beginning of movement
At every step we are reborn
we burn in life,
taking in time, the wound of his going,
Giving up to choose
to appropriate a path
on the skin,
we will die in this life
we burn in life,
taking in time, the wound of his going,
Giving up to choose
to appropriate a path
on the skin,
we will die in this life
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3. |
Abyss´ Anatomy
07:27
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Exiled from my flesh
I live as a guest of my name;
The disturbing mistake
where the smile is not born.
Black sun spring
silenced with poison;
The Metropolis of guilt
with his hunting eyes
(My shards dissolve)
In a buried story.
No memory of pain
Dying my blood
When the world turns
what will become of me?
Echo in the void
When the clock keeps on
Which hand will sentence my madness?
Verb incarnate
Thrown into a disguise
Woven by the gaze of God,
original sin
Where the thought does not flourish,
Lonely black voice
That screams from the pores,
Forced into the cure
For asking for freedom
Lie, Embody the mask,
Falls into the abyss
When the word turns
what will become of me?
Void in the echo
When the time keeps on
Which hand will sentence my madness?
Verb incarnate
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A-Misunderstanding
05:57
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Can you see how lonely we are when we talk?
We share the same air but we can't understand each other
Each word is worth its footprint
Swallowing the same time,
We are ineffable of statements
age doesn't shape us.
we are indecipherable space and time
No one has same father, children of the voice;
We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel
We all come from the same chaos, we are children of the glance.
We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel
Who is able to resign the image that reflects in the mirror?
Who dares to shed the name that yields a disguise?
There is no beyond of time
We're wearing an inconsistent object dressed by a Dark ghost.
Something that's fallen since then:
Our first loss of something nonexistant
No one has same father, we are children of the voice;
We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel
We all come from the same chaos, we are children of the glance.
We suffer lethal effect of the invisible cruel
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