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Left (Prologue)
03:04
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2. |
Hair Like Thorns
11:26
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For the pain that I see in others, done by thorns
Collages of scars on punctured eyes, without color
No refrain or sequenced rhymes, nor metaphor
Analogy without pairs was deformed
Jail oblivious, each and every soul
Rotting skies where gods and angels hide behind the clouds
Waving hands incised with nails, all walk a narrow road
Absence of silence made us tired and closed all our doors
We know ourselves through our wounds and let the blood like water flow
Paint your bed in crimson red till your treshold
Always remember, promise you'll never forget what you have lost
Little teeth with blood red cheeks and hair like thorns
Next time when you look at yourself see what you have become
The emerald absorbed the heart and made it yet so cold
Sunshine turned into night and all daylight is gone
Soft skin with bottomless scars, hard like stone
Perhabs tongue amputation is a blessing somehow
Speak will be impossible and words can not slip out
Experiences of beaten faces in the hospital
Still haunt your youth, the ugly truth you can not dissolve
Maybe your pain is needed for hatred to grow
For the dead to be punished and to burn their soul
Clearly entertaining, a puzzle to solve
How can you be so repulsive and fall so low
Useless and hideous
Only a shadow
As truthful as god
Lie even more
Nothing and none
Worthless error
How to consider that as love?
Do you feel displaced at all?
But acting faithful
So ask the Mother, Father, Ghost
is there any hope?
To change the relation, or repent what you did wrong
Giving my mind a rest
From constant pressure
Again and again
in search for shelter
Veils of mist
Cover our treasures
Frostbitten leaves
Like the day I started to wither
Hair like thorns
Little teeth
Sharp words
Blood red cheeks
Pursue your dreams
With your fiend
But remember the mist
Abhorrent and sick
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Rotting lambs here
Damned in the wake of drift
Waste yet another holy place we called home
Couldn't bring back my drawings
Absorbed and profound
Temptations and enjoyings fell behind a sequence of clouds
Until this happens to you
Deny your fault
From a significant mind just the absence of heroes was found
Reflected in silver which weight we could not lift
Corrosion of brass has scattered the sound of the hymns
Places where you can prove to yourself that you exist
Against the pressure of water are collapsing
Broken upon impact with solids
Drying in a sea of coal, the sun and the moon we eclipsed
Like unwanted children living to be punished
Combined together with a holy seal of fire and gasoline
Any particular feeling
has been removed
Eyes observing were sinking into rooms
Orgies of hundreds are meeting
Deformed mothers womb
Mattresses of every relationships cold tomb
Low hanging we are
Chambers of harm
Heavy burdens of disappointment
Like a ripped letter
Solemn cigarette scars
Nobody will ever know why it mattered
Raking disguise
Falling mask
Like an empty house only filled when it's entered
Horrible past
Without a future
Only negative options can happen
Monuments bulit from corpses
Only paths leading nowhere
A cage that hatered built
Sentences without release
Infection and disorder
Addiction to white powder
Five days without sleep
Sicknesses without relief
Weapons that have corroded
Memories are distorted
Holes we cannot fill
Wounds we cannot feel
we cannot feel
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4. |
Sick (Instrumental)
04:01
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Hole Of Wounds
08:42
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Ornaments of wounds I made myself
They grew and holes are all that was left
Every cut you do, you did to yourself
Your life is pointless, and nobody cares.
Each substance of you meant less than dirt
You will never be what you once were
Look into the holes as dark as your heart
What you see is nothing, and nothing is what you are
Torn is your skin ,now you can not hide
The holes left show your insides
Utterly disguting is your soul and mind
Ruined by monuments of filth and self harm
The holes you cut show your flaws
You deserve each and every one of your scars
The holes see how cruel you are
You are useless waste
They will throw you away
Burn you up
Demolish your spirit
Your damaged frevour
Terminate your existence
Injure and Harm
Put an end to this life
Useless waste
You will forever be nothing and no one
Dismantle your mask
You are a failure
Shatter yourself
Grow your scars
For all you have done
You will be forced to die
In endless suffering
Nobody will hear your cries
Horribly you shall languish
Never you will stand up
Go through endless ache
Before you shatter
They will burn you up
look into the holes
They are all you are
Into the holes you made you will fall
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7. |
The Decay (Instrumental)
02:05
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8. |
Bouquet From Grief
12:57
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