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The Myth of Sisyphus
Forever shoving rocks
up a mountain side
trying to erode every stone
to lighten the weight of the world,
to alleviate its pain
to save us from our self
to save us from our self
I used to believe that I could grind the stones
but in the end,
the stones will grind me to dust
eternally
eternally
eternally
the pattern stays the same
it is just constant change of shapes
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Trust
00:30
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Trust
I’m walking the tracks at dusk
listing to the rustling
of the trains passing by
and I remember
that you promised me to come back
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Shadowboxing
01:18
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Shadowboxing
My shirts and jeans turn from black to grey
and my shoes are worn out,
like my heart and my beliefs
I spent endless nights
fighting my own shadow
bruised knuckles, shaking hands
are everything that remains for me
I screamed at the moon
I whispered to the walls
please let me out
please let me out of here
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Home
00:28
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Home
I grew up a gloomy kid
in the heart of boredom
“Every day is a gift” so they said
but to me it just felt
like another drop in the pond
where I am drowning in
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(A Play) of Hope and Fear
Whispering wishes
into ice-cold November nights,
but the silence was too loud
to hear its answer:
“Out - out are the lights
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, (out are the lights)
all pallid and wan, (out are the lights)
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm.”
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Hellhound Blues (Part IV)
Come closer, look down
and tell me what you see,
because for me the lines got blurry long time ago
and all the words lost their meaning
I stopped caring
I stopped believing,
but I could never stop writing
chained to the pen
nailed to the paper
I lost my name
I lost my voice
and my thoughts drowned in ink
these stories swallowed me whole,
they swallowed me whole
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Weaving Iron
00:45
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Weaving Iron
Please, lift this weight off me
for my shoulders are too weak
to carry all this any further
I can´t take another step
they are still with me
these voices from the past
they are heavy as lead
chains as strong as iron
they are heavy as lead
chains as strong as iron
let me be something else
let me forget
let me be nothing else
make me forget
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Unheeded Bones
00:49
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Unheeded Bones
This city is a graveyard
houses like kicked in teeth
the corpses whisper
what is written on the headstones
“You can’t disappear
You will never leave this place
You must rot here with us”
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Sparks
01:53
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Sparks
Dragged from darkness into existence
we are mistakes
nothing but dead ends
trapped in a time that moves in circles
we were pulled into the light
nothing more than the sum of our parts
we are no souls, have no free will
just piles of suffering dust
every mind is a prison cell
every heart is a frozen spark of hell
we´re falling blindly from cradle to grave
and everything else is a lie
that we decided to believe
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Eleanor
02:48
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Eleanor
There is this place inside my mind
a house build on cursed ground
an asylum for my hopes and my dreams
the walls collapsed long time ago,
but somthing is still trapped in there
in these endless corridors
and the hallways that lead
into pitch black darkness
nothing sane can survive in there
nothing good can grow from this soil
I can hear a voice calling my name
and footsteps on the inside of my head
but they say,
that whatever walked there, walked alone
walked alone, it walked alone
that whatever walked there, still walks alone
I Hope that it walkes alone
Walk alone
Please walk alone
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Golgatha
04:54
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Golgatha
Two planks and three nails to keep him in his place
On the top of the mountain (hill) where his followers pity their fails
Whilst entering the realms of death he deformed and abandoned the crown on top of his head
Their Lungs filled with fire, their gaze wrapped in smoke.
Hell arose as his wooden shrine broke and left the world covered in a crimson cloak.
A absence of life, a whisper of eternal rotting.
There was nothing but a shape of horns instead of a crown of thorns
He was hiding in disguise
A bastard watching his own son die
He claimed to be God, yet he’s the real antichrist
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