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Axon
00:40
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Abiogenesis
04:09
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Hakai
04:09
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Back again I ain’t dead just yet
But it’s fine, I dug my own grave
To get buried, buried again
Look at me, here I am, chained by addiction voix
A bastard reborn in a grave
Well it must be the love
That flows like the tear of death
I’ve gotta get this off my chest, who am I in love with?
Sheís dancing in my thoughts, why am I addicted to
The echoes of your cutting love?
Muddled up in my throat
Who am I in love with?
I am sick of shedding tears for drugs, I am sick of crying for love
I am sick of shedding tears for drugs, I am sick of crying for love
My anxiety is my only solace but still the thoughts circle my bed
Are we all dancing or are we all awake?
Like sharks ready at the edge that brought me to my death
I beg for help but you all seem deaf
I beg for help but you all seem deaf
Why, do I lack of depth?
Gazing at me with your hateful eyes
Why, put a label on my head?
Doesnít everyone deserve a little respect?
So I asked myself why nobody cares
When I said that I donít fit in
Why am I feeling everyoneís thoughts?
All but mine
But they just wanna see you hit the floor and complain about how they had cherished you
Where the fuck will they be when a hand is on the holster - will you grab the gun?
Back again I ainít dead just yet
But itís fun, I dug my own grave
Dig me out - Dig me out again
Look at me, bruised by addiction
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Oblivion
03:30
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Why should we choke on our words, when we don't even know how to make them lessen?
Why they get back on the track?
To tell me what? I don't want to listen… Can you hear this? Can you hear those?
Those whispers are incessantly, like a wave of tormented victims.
Brainwashed so that we’re not happy. Who says we’d be fucking happy?
They're sailing away anyway / chills in my spine
I'm feeling the pain / they're sailing away anyway
Please, god please get rid of those thoughts / In my brain
Pseudo smiles and empty eyes.
I can’t keep themselves hidden.
Don't force me to dive inside, an empty life.
From shouts to whispers, hearing the voices of paranoia…
We all suffocate
So should I let the voices inside my head decide on my next steps.
About my own oblivion through this pathetic misinterpretation.
Of what seems to be the happiness who drilled my psyche.
Corrupted thought that turn my whispers into screams.
Should i put nails inside my ears to make them all silent
Should I put the trigger on god's mouth to shut them off?
I've got so many questions…
credits
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5. |
Unconsciousness
00:34
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Man's Grief
04:24
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