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We close our eyes and look in opposite direction
We ignore the threats and hope they'll go away We refuse to pay attention to the dangers we create In the name of our fathers we kill our children We wait and think that we are biding our time We keep silent, we believe in our strength We trust in propaganda of the wonders of tomorrow In the shadow of contempt we are victims in the end We dance to the sound of sirens We watch genocide to relax We dance to the sound of sirens We are the heroes of self-deception We are nailed to the ground, frozen in our movements We listen while the sirens sound, speaking of improvements We have anger in our souls that waits to be released In the chill of fear we're petrified and useless when it counts |
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Lights blur shifting slightly, always the rain
He's there hunting nightly, driven by pain Burns fast shining brightly, dies in vain He's there, speaking lightly of life in pain Bionic killer the spider in his net Comes to his maker as close as he can get Weak little creatures speaking with god Their cries so insane, their prayers just in vain 'Cause I am the replicant, to hell with the gods Too late to escape, too late to regret No time to hide, no time to forget Lights blur shifting slightly, always the rain He's there hunting nightly, driven by pain The rain, always the rain Your pain sustained |
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In my heaven of despair
Lies the ocean of impurity A ship made of angel's hair Set sails on the morning tide In my heaven of despair Blows the wind of insanity A ship is sailing there With sails made of golden pride As a drowning man I watch myself in the boiling sea So if you are a man Prepare yourself for joining me In my heaven of despair Lies the shipwreck of my hope It is the sign for those who dare In memory of those who tried |
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Incomplete and in search for emotions
For ever alone in his empty heart He's always looking for a light in the dark Trapped in the endless void of time His soul is screaming for a meaning But the only answer he will ever get Is the echo of his lonesome question Resounding and insulting for ever Unfulfilled and in search for devotions For ever alone in his empty world He's always looking for a light in the dark Trapped in the endless void of life Disempowered and in search for completion For ever alone in his empty soul He's always looking for a light in the dark Trapped in the endless void of strife |
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We believe in human progress
We create the servants we need We develop new ways of living We develop new ways of living We search for power sources We need energy to survive We build on fragile ground We build on fragile ground We feel safe in unstable houses We fear the world outside We've become strangers at home We've become strangers at home We went too far, we can't turn back We built too high, we can't get down We are the slaves of our servants In the shadow of our ambitions |
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If this was a cavern of concrete
In a forest with trees like towers I would have a place to seek retreat From their poisoned plastic flowers If this was a shelter I would endure In a world with faceless strangers I would have a place to feel secure From the ever present dangers |
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The wind tried to tell us
We failed to understand We lost our senses of direction Drowned in the desert sand We left home without notice No landmark to be seen The ground died beneath us The landscape was unclean As we search for oblivion We forget to remember The faint memory of home Far beyond the wasteland We drank the poisoned water To hear the serpent speak He told us of a garden With the treasure that we seek As we try to discover The secret deep inside There is nothing to be found Only dust in the wasteland |
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The forcing walls are closing in
And the sky is still descending The price for a life in sin Is beyond repair and mending He can see it in the eyes Where life is slowly fading It's not worth it to be nice To a voice that's so evading He pulls the trigger of his gun The voice is so degrading Petrified he tries to run The words reverberating He hears chanting choirs and voices at night They're raging like fires but speaking so light He wants to kill the past To be alone at last He takes a step into the brain Little there remaining Dissolving in the frozen rain The voice is disengaging |
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Black stone opens to the mind
This weak body far behind Now closing in, hungry to begin An ancient door to hidden light For coming times to discover I step across the edge of dawn White light solid to my eye Deep down inside I'm alive Now I see it, the infant spirit An ancient door to hidden light For coming times to discover I step across the edge of dawn For better man to recover Death will give birth again New life will rise my friend Now closing in, eager to begin Black stone opens up the gate This weak body integrate Now I see it, the infant spirit |
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Give me, give me the speed I need
I want more life, don't need this state to last I want more to burn, I want more to break So give me the speed I need My own movements feel strange Are we all insane, or is it only me? Believing, believing the free will To last, to burn, to die Fail against my domination Learn the sweetness of my mercy Guide my reckless steel Make me feel Or fix my speed No force too loud to try Never reaching, never reaching through the glass Scratching, itching my steel I let go, I let go, unknown mind Motions, actions from a pure mind A rare thing! a wise thing? So begin, move, crush So restless, dayless, always Fail against my domination Learn the sweetness of my mercy Guide my reckless steel Make me feel Or fix my speed |
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Life consuming peace celebrate
Each day of the blind god who Feels everything spotless filter Of background noise glide from dream To dream on a quest for riddles Surrounding faith and bravery in its Empty centre a thousand things never Seen by any eye unconscious tracks And pictures and landscapes and fragments Of languages as random and wonder Have the same source broke open Before and after sounds and thoughts No need to see the shape of life it forms |
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We close our eyes and look in opposite direction
We ignore the threats and hope they'll go away We refuse to pay attention to the dangers we create In the name of our fathers we kill our children We wait and think that we are biding our time We keep silent, we believe in our strength We trust in propaganda of the wonders of tomorrow In the shadow of contempt we are victims in the end We dance to the sound of sirens We watch genocide to relax We dance to the sound of sirens We are the heroes of self-deception We are nailed to the ground, frozen in our movements We listen while the sirens sound, speaking of improvements We have anger in our souls that waits to be released In the chill of fear we're petrified and useless when it counts |
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