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Second Eleven
03:37
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Is this present our reality? As we can't win the opinion of another. Murdering for our victory, and claim our defeat. One more dies, for his opinion and this lose, proofs its rightness. The day that fysical strength wins; a scare in the face of freedom. And the faith of humanity, a society doomed to extinct
An eye for an eye, to weak for the Speech. Draining the live out of the body, setting your statement of weakness. One more... counting on and on... will this ever meet an ending? And the faith of humanity, a society doomed to extinct
The art of murder, ideas that can notion the kill. Blood for justice, a live for the death of comprehension. One more... counting on and on... will this ever meet an ending?
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The Embodiment
03:09
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By holding the machine which creates history, I pry for the other side. Not knowing how long it has been since; since this quest initialized. A touch of the alternative split emotions to death. Killing and giving birth to a new sensation, a prospective.
My stable formed insanity. Provoking the embodiment.
Beholding, the old. Facing the new. Collapsing without notice. Control is slipping away. Despair defeats my thoughts.
While the machine works the abyss opens up. Every side of mind facing towards its opponent. Which has been created and lived like all others, forcing towards elucidation. Awaiting the election of the side which becomes master. While the mind has found its true self, and knowing and living the emotion of...
my stable formed insanity. Provoking the embodiment.
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Legeon
06:13
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Ancient writings of thousands of years ago, written by long gone philosophers. What once was mend as a guideline, has been raped and turned into religious judgment. Drained by the prejudice, being trapped in society's corner. Should we let our lives be led, by certain community standards.
The search of the collective mind
to serve life is good...
insidiously, it can be evil.
What can it tell us.
Who is us... what are we?
So many people, so many minds. So many ways to give meaning to live. Society tries to get all combined; they force us to combine. Sucked into a community; rejecting their individuality. Strengthened by majorities, pushing down minorities.
The search for the collective mind
to serve life is good...
insidiously, it can be evil.
What can it tell us.
Who is us... what are we?
One alone without the need of bondage, free to state his mind. Released from the community by making one choice; the choice of being one without many.
There is no collective mind
Your colors, your believes; it strengthens my identity. Choosing for this heresy to stand as one amongst others. The mass has swallowed you up, a swarn of emptiness. There within your being, you're only serving legeon.
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Blood Ritual
03:15
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Void, instead of idealism; an icon of aversion. Made of flesh, and our blood. Through the fog I gaze, and stare into infinity. Thoughts to possibilities, questions to nothingness. The past burns in flames and reveals only the ashes of a remaining long gone forgotten life. Through the fog I gaze, and stare into infinity. Thoughts to possibilities, questions to nothingness. Leave all behind, with questions on our side. Through the fog we wander, staring into infinity
Dreams about what could have been right
Your failure, father, made 'us' stronger. And grow above it, thankful as we are. Let your thoughts be my thoughts and share the answers to my questions, the icon you should be... loath fills my heart. Choices made, opinions settled. The decisions upon the paths we take. A choice, good or wrong, taken... A choice of egoism? and blindness overwhelms. The icon you should have been... loath... flooding my heart. Through the fog I gaze, and stare into infinity. Thoughts to possibilities, questions to nothingness. And the seeds of hate, sprout from the soil of the past. Overgrowing any sense of compassion. Destruction of our blood rituals.
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Dragonhunt
04:16
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Flooding the world with your innocence. Inside you, the demon laughs. A contest of power and seduction. Digging yourself deeper, into the soil of loneliness. Brightness is what you see; darkness is where you are.
In this realm you're the king. And the slave of your treachery. Exiled from reality, banished from integrity. Digging yourself deeper into the soil of loneliness. Darkness is what you see; darkness is where you are
Drain... drain the blood and feed on the innocent. Drink... and feed with blood, and serve yourself eternity. Live... like a vampire; the parasite you are. Create... an identity. Drain energy from others... you're the undead...
How can you determine what is real. While you can't embrace reality anymore. And the reflection that should be there, just a gleam of self palliation. Underneath the created beauty, wanders through the night, a being, wither by tears...
For the world you don't exist. Just a pail reflection of flesh; a projection painted on the wall. Selfmade and fed by lust for power. As real as the dragon you hunt. No one knows... no one knows who you are.
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Y2k
03:41
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Re_focus your hopes and dreams, and wake at the rising of a new dawn. The time for changes is near, for the new millennium to arrive. Realizing the possibilities while youre embodying the errors. Embracing what hasnt been done. The oppurtunity to fix what has been left damaged. The time to correct, restart and resume.
YEAR2K Open your eyes for a new dawn,
YEAR2K Of a new millennium, coming towards,
NEWDECAY Wake up at the same dawn,
NEWDECAY With the resurrection of the declined reality...
Focused on false hopes and dreams, to wake at the rising of the same dawn. The time for changes was there, when you realized they had to be done. Risking to face a new decay, by delaying the new start. You cant turn back what you forgot. You can only hope on changes, before the new millennium arrives. Before the end of your time
YEAR2K Open your eyes for a new dawn,
YEAR2K Of a new millennium, coming towards,
NEWDECAY Wake up at the same dawn,
NEWDECAY With the resurrection of the declined reality...
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I'm Despair
04:12
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The cry of the abandoned child, longing for shelter. Feeling of being alone in a crowded street. The staring eyes emerging from the dark. Repeating darkness that surrounds, in your dreams... I'm the toxin in your veins, which makes your soul bleed. I'm the hidden desire of reliving that emotion over again.
Feeding upon your fear, submitted to awareness. I'll grow on your sorrow. When you least expect it, I'll be the only... true enemy, cause, I'm despair.
The hand on your shoulder by which you realize the end is there. Endless masquerades of hiding from me. I'm the flowing blood which represents being alive. The hollowness of your hopes... When your river stops to flow; a motionless ocean. When there is no more option of expressing yourself.
Feeding upon your fear, submitted to awareness. I'll grow on your sorrow. When you least expect it, I'll be the only... true enemy, cause, I'm despair.
Realizing you became whom or what you always hated. Knowing you will never receive what your heart desires. Once tasted life. An untamed passion. I'll cut it up in pieces, and leave the remains to rot, cause... I'm despair...
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Careless
03:19
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As I lay my head to rest. Can't forget the daily process of decay. Inhaling stress with every question I breathe. Sleep is what I'm waiting for... fear is what I receive. Trying to escape from reality. Lies, violence, disorder. What is reality more, than a nightmare of someone else's making. while dozing off, into a phase, between conscious and dreams. holding on to the thoughts...
Emotions turned numb, while escaping from here. Destiny lies in knowing what to dream... knowing when to dream
As I lay my head to rest. Link by link emotions break apart. Cannot help to break the links; feel forced to break the links. Swiftly I shut my eyes before this world, as I lay my head down. Succeeding in acute amnesia. Gently embracing the morning star. As I lay my head to rest. Only questioning my disinterest. I must seek MY own benefits, careless as I fall asleep.
Emotions turned numb, while escaping from here. Destiny lies in knowing what to dream... knowing when to dream
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