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Misery Upon Us
05:49
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Your eyes are made of setting suns,
This city floats quietly in amber
in a sandless hourglass, blood runs with anger.
But i was young , just a child then (Stand up, stand still)
How was i supossed to know about the velocity of tears?
About the plague of misery that surround us? (Stand up, stand still)
But we were young, they told us how to behave
“If you break a rule there will be punishment...”
It makes no difference who's here and who's not
The joke of the fool isn't over
Look at the face of the clowns that hold power
Even if all of our heroes are gone,
we will still carry on...
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Hesitate
03:31
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I am the parasitic existence of dispair sinking in pleasure
Your jaw is broken, your smile misaligned
You scratched your soul looking for life and found nothing,
nothing but a mess
When the marrow breaks, when the atmosphere collapses
Will we see heaven or pure blackness?
Will we see god in the eye? Is he deaf? Is he blind?
Do you think he lacks time? Does he dress in the sorrow we feel?
Do you think he is real?
Hear our dreadful fate: There is wisdom in pain
And days go by, time slowly fades
but we can always wait. We will always wait
We create ghosts for things unknown
We create ghosts to feel at home
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Faith And Fear
03:58
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We grew inside the thorns
the more we seek the more we bleed
The priests of faith and fear will get you on your knees
And recite a venomous creed for your faults are deep
slaves of mind and tiranny
Bite your dirty hands and pray inside a golden house
Behold the horse as red as fire
crushing the darkest edge of eden!
Lead us not, lead us not into temptation
further from salvation
'This the plague – 'This the plague called “mankind”
search for a cure, search for truth.
The only certain thing is doom.
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Instrumental
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5. |
Doble Moral Y Catarsis
04:42
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6. |
A Can Of Worms
04:20
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Listen to the spine of the earth breaking the ground,
And drink of the water of Lethe
Between unborn sorrows and memories torn.
A tinge of purity overrun by hopelessness.
This is the darkest of times.
We live afraid to stay, too numb to walk away.
A tasteful can of worms, the mind, the memory, the false dichotomy.
Freedom of speech, the silence of grief and guns shot for peace.
It's friendly fire and we're in between.
There's nothing left,
there's nothing left.
What are we leaving behind?
A bunch of dusty ruins that we call home.
A destroyed lighthouse in the void.
Where should we go when there's nothing left? There's nothing left.
What are we leaving behind?
Colective solitude will drive us mad;
This blindfold feels thicker everytime.
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Le Bateau Ivre (Pour Rimbaud) - Extrait
Parfois, martyr lassé des pôles et des zones,
La mer dont le sanglot faisait mon roulis doux
Montait vers moi ses fleurs d´ombre aux ventouses jaunes...
Et je restais, ainsi qu´une femme à genoux...
Or moi, bateau perdu sous les cheveux des anses,
jeté par l´ouragan dans l´ether sans oiseau,
Moi dont les Monitors et les voiliers des Hanses
N´auraient pas repēché la carcasse ivre d´eau;
Libre, fumant, monté de brumes violettes,
Moi qui trouais le ciel rougeoyant comme un mur
Qui porte, confiture exquise aux bons poètes,
Des lichens de soleil et des morves d´azur
Mais, vrai, J´ai trop pleuré! Les Aubes sont
navrantes.
Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer:
L´âcre amour m´a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes.
Ô que ma quille éclate!
Ô j´aille à la mer!
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Español:
-El Barco Ebrio- (Por Rimbaud) - Extracto
A veces, mártir cansado de polos y zonas,
la mar cuyo sollozo atenuaba mi balanceo
subía hacia mí sus flores de sombra con ventosas
amarillas
y yo permanecía igual que una mujer arrodillada...
Yo, barco perdido bajo el cabello de las ensenadas,
arrojado por el huracán al éter sin un pájaro,
yo, cuyo armazón ebrio de agua no hubieran rescatado
ni los Monitores ni los veleros de las Hansas;
libre, humeando, provisto de brumas violetas,
yo que perforaba el cielo enrojecido como si fuese un muro,
que llevo confitura exquisita para los buenos poetas,
líquenes del sol y mocos de azur;
¡Pero en verdad, lloré demasiado! Las albas son
desoladoras.
Toda luna es atroz y todo sol amargo:
el acre amor me llenó de torpores embriagantes.
¡Oh, que mi quilla estalle! ¡Que me hunda en el mar!
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8. |
Hands Of Deception
03:08
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How slowly your lies grew like branches into me.
Now you come clean but it doesn't mean a thing. I see no truth in your eyes. Trust is not a prize.
I tell to myself ''maybe this time it'll be alright''. One more time you prove me wrong, just like before...just like before.
I would give anything to believe again, I would give anything to feel love again.
These fragments of affection had led to nothing but deception.
Inner demons are a perfect shield to kill like you do.
We dance on the thin ice everynight as we try to forget the fever of hate. Such a pathetic way to deal with pain...
How does it feel to betray us? How does it feel to destroy us? How dare you look into my eyes and talk about your wounds?
I would give anything to believe again (your tragic stories mean nothing, your touch it means nothing), I would give anything...anything....
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Hologram
03:58
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Trapped a moth with my teeth. I crushed its life as I laughed.
I sleep every night covered in a blanket of many little wings, sewn with tragedy.
I disappear in the past, all the painful memories travel fast.
I disappear in the past, all the painful memories travel fast.
This is not what it should be. Will I die trapped in here?
Am I flying towards the teeth of God? This is not what it should be.
Moira smiles. Moira laughs.
I listen to ghosts talking about victory...the echo of the hologram of life...
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10. |
Días Grises
05:11
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El sol quema mis venas, Te siento y te veo llegar
amenazante...
Las huellas de antiguos pasos se borran
Perdido, la voluntad se desvanece al sonido de sus voces.
Pretensiones de rescate.
El vacío está cerca, ¡El vacío está tan cerca!
Llena todo y me hace compañía, jugando a las buenas intenciones.
Estoy alerta, estoy tan harta... Te quiero lejos
¡Por favor no me dejes!
Dioses muertos en días grises, uno tras otro,
uno tras otro... ¡Uno tras todos!
Humano mecánico, bestia salvaje domesticada.
Todo está bien, no te preocupes.
Sonríe, produce: La libertad está cerca.
No salgas, no sientas. Produce, descansa, duerme.
¡Todo está bien!
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