1. |
Flesh Robots
04:14
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We live in a world of desires and lies
Wanting plastic and neon lights
Forgetting what we feel
And being told what to be
Our thoughts have been destroyed
By the everlasting show
Are you satisfied with what you know?
Sell yourself to the one who pays the most
Destroy your old fake ghosts
You have drowned your desires in the flesh
Welcome to the void
Our past is long forgotten
And we keep searching for a thrill
And if you’re feeling broken just take a pill or two
Hide all your sins
Does it feel good not to feel?
Does it feel good not to think?
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2. |
Nobody Cares
03:05
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I can hear the echo of a voice
that tears me apart inside.
I can barely see through all the noise
it comes and goes, back and forth
Dreadful, violent and crimson too.
The stillness makes me sick.
How can we breath this dead air?
The gray days, the way we lose ourselves.
It’s a shame this is all that’s left.
Death has gazed upon us
and I have looked into her wide black eyes.
You will get used to the indifference
and the way things make no sense.
Nobody cares until it hurts
and nobody cares until their turn.
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3. |
The Death Of Your Dreams
04:51
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Half alive at small hours
Ghost unravel and sit bedside.
Crones cast a curse consuming me
in the palest of the nights.
Look at the walls, stare at the windows all the time
The cold is near, the cold is real,
when you walk into the abyss... and it feels like home.
Nail the skin, death to dreams.
I'm made of dust, I’m made of mist.
I am torn away within when I walk to the hollow sea.
No sleep is death to dreams
I know how to drown, I know how to swim
for my blood is rotten but it still flows.
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4. |
Unborn (Ingrid's Song)
04:22
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It’s easier for us to forget how to feel joy.
And pain, pain is always real.
But does it saves us from the fall or kicks us in?
I wonder everytime.
I myself have carved my own wounds and stitched them up.
Give unto me all your endless sorrow.
There’s a place for you in my arms and a soft caress.
All the things that were become one kiss.
Are you still asleep?
All is bright, all is new.
For dreams are our only way to be free.
They shall never take that away from you.
Are you still asleep?
For dreams are our only way to be free.
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5. |
Inner Thorns
03:41
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The strain moves like a heavy wave
staring into heaven and stepping into hell...
It sways beneath my throat as days go by.
I unwillingly wither but at least
I stay safe, numb and blank inside
out of reach and out of sight.
Unfold the pain in tasteless salt and swollen eyes.
Like a wandering shadow
craving life as I walk to the gallows,
As I carry the weight of a world in which I don’t belong.
Filled with rage, sorrow and things better left untold.
For so long I’ve wanted to give in
but when do you lose or when do you win when the worst enemy is within?
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6. |
Consciously Asleep
03:44
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The truth is spilt on the ground,
Tossed like a whore at the dawn.
The overwhelming feeling that something’s wrong
is the only warning sign that shows we’re not that lost, are we?
The devil himself has kept your god sedated for too long,
and if he can not convince you in its own skin
he will wear his best suit and speak to you at the mass.
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7. |
Filthy Soul
03:33
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Isn’t it scary the things that we hide?
As if our darkest desires where to be kept away
like something dangerous when they are the key to feel alive, to embrace the fire.
I was born with thoughts that frighten me.
I was ready to hunt and destroy from the start, but I can play nice if you just ask.
And when you look away I’tll twist the knife.
How, how can you blame me for this when life has scratched me with its claws and teeth?
I got tired of all the lies I used to listen to,
tired of the white gowns and golden crowns and the useless innocence.
It all means nothing...
When you look at all the people playing the role of a god they know nothing about;
denying their secret nature,
hiding their filthy souls when I love mine so much.
Filthy soul...
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8. |
Failed Evolution
03:01
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“Natural evolution should amount to nothing by now but a vicious cycle of obsolescence. A world unaccountable to its own past and doomed to repeat it indefinitely. Oblivious of any consequence.”
-Trevor Goodchild
We fight, we bleed, we rise and fall...
We ignore we’re at war, you believe you’re unique.
How come you haven’t lost your head
when you notice you’re just waiting in line for your grave?
Kill the time (we’re programmed to fail)
Fill the space in between (We’re meant to leave no trace)
The cold-steel path that we follow
the same mechanical thought,
the joy and sorrow...
We’re not that special...
Our manufactured generation will never be free
but we touch and we fuck to forget our fears
through synthetic nights under neon lights...
Kill the time (we’re programmed to fail)
Fill the space in between (We’re meant to leave no trace)
Our manufactured generation will never be free
but we touch and we fuck to forget our fears
through synthetic nights under neon lights...
There’s nothing new to be said,
no new story.
There is no such thing as glory...
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9. |
Monsters 'R' Us
06:12
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I try to find ourselves a little less loathsome
our bodies collide but I’m deep in the snow
Never apart and never together
I’ve been told before broken people hurt better...
I can’t remember the sun
and we once flew to close
I can’t remember the sun
when you say it’s not your fault
that your monsters are to blame
then I knew I should have run...
I never forget what I see
I never forget how it feels
We should have let ourselves fall
before the damage was done
when the wound was still small
I know you try, but I have given all
I never forget how it feels
have you forgot what we used to be?
We should have let ourselves fall
We should have let ourselves fall
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10. |
Lament
02:23
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Hetaira Decrépita Mexico
A mexican project, usually labeled as a darkwave band. The inspiration behind Hetaira Decrépita lies in the sight of a ravenous society disintegrating: The mechanical dehumanization that we allow to happen and the depth of every emotion and experience; It is born from a hunger to purify the soul of its hopelessness and as a resistance to anguish through the catharsis of creation. ... more
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