1. |
KINGDOM OF LIES
02:58
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My home is a mine
Deep in the soil
My kingdom of lies
I’m digging drift after drift
My years pass by
I did not see the sun
Nor did I die
I deliver energy
For my eternal machine
Am I drilling to deep?
Can I leave?
A piece of fucking dirt is what I was
A piece of fucking dirt is what I am
A piece of fucking dirt is what I will be
Forever and ever
Dirt
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2. |
EPITAPH feat. Steffen G
03:19
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I craved my adage in stone
now I got it on my back
This burden is about to break my spine
I can not get it off of me
And I adore the shade it provides
Solitary and cold
Cold and alone
I can’t get it off of me
It’s my refuge, it is my mischief
Words of stone, immutable freehold
Capital letters, deep and cold
My ten commandments, I dread to break
for my self-protection, against the ache
Immure myself, a junction chopped
my personal guide to lock me up
Enthroned on my back, my epitaph
I know them by heart, all paragraphs
It’s forcing, this system of lies upon lies
against all serenity, crippling ties
Close to the edge, where the wheight breaks my bones
Close to the edge, I carried it on
Close to the edge, close to my hole
This is my tombstone
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3. |
CLEANSE ME
04:18
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Nothing but a fucking void
Is what I see when I look at my property
All these memories I thought I own
are nothing but a mess of blurry oddities
not a single face
not a single name I can recall
I look hectically from right to left
And my fucking fingers tremble when I talk
Faint
Swoon
Numb
Please call me soon
Nothing but a fucking void, my property
What I thought I own, just blurry oddities
Not a single name, I can recall
Faint, swoon, numb, please cure me soon
Faint, swoon, numb, cleanse me
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4. |
BORN IN A CAGE
02:52
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Never felt the wind, never saw the sun
I’m in custody
The gate has always been shut
Security, septic and clean
I haven’t been heard
I have not been seen
Born in a cage, i’ve never been free
Fading away, i’m in custody
Born in a cage, the dissection
Born in a cage and killed by an infection
I have always lived my life caged
I haven’t been heard
I have not been seen
Born in a cage, i’ve never been free
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5. |
DRONE
03:25
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Marching to the drum of the monetary host
Surrounded by the scrum
Pressure overdosed
Death to the malcontent
All hail the ascent
Endless beats dictating the rhythm
The hammering breaks my eardrum
I’m haunted by a doctrine of a righteous existence serving a god
My value, my reach, my fate is written down on the bills, the masses laude
it infested my morality
I’m close to loose my fate
yearning for this so called security
damned to be chased
I’m attracted by my dark side
disevolve me
My mind is a hell
My thoughts are my cell
This world is a hell
My life is my cell
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6. |
A CELLAR DOOR
05:26
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DISAVOW.
It`s the void that finds its way to the poisoned minds. The negotiations about the existence are boundless.
Everything that comes, doesn ́t have any resolution. Only one purpose.
ANGER.
The life is a cell that builds by the death. Delivered to a non- cancellable decree.
The fury against the foreigners. Justifiable only by the liability of the tin gods.
NEGOTIATE.
The moral of certainty. The fake deities built the dead ends. Sacrifice your life and you will be rewarded. Wealth. Short half-life that provide the human suffering.
DEPRESSION.
The kingdom of lies will always guide the growth. Utopias about freedom and autonomy give way to faint.
Nothing is particular. Nothing matters. Nothing lasts. CONSENT.
The tombstone will seal the lies once and for all.
It does not know an origin or an alignment. We are equal in this downward movement. We are all aimed by the demise.
[INSPIRED BY THE THANATOLOGY OF THE PSYCHIATRIST ELISABETH KÜBLER-ROSS]
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