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Voices
03:28
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abandoned confusion retreating to stay
a part of my self but regardless of me
this so called catharsis produces just dirt
unable to come off my lungs
breathing is now a rarity
who knows what’s gonna be after I lose identity?
am I just gonna hear the voices of my choices?
disconnection from the simple person that I used to be is not my need
freezing tension in the revelation of what bothers me
all I know is everything happens for a reason
but all I want is everything
reactions to every impulsion are doomed
corrosion of senses has been carried through
convincing myself that it’s only a trick
of my indecisive beliefs
breathing is now a rarity
who knows what’s gonna be after I lose identity?
am I just gonna hear the voices of my choices?
disconnection from the simple person that I used to be is not my need
freezing tension in the revelation of what bothers me
all I know is everything happens for a reason
but all I want is everything
all I know is everything happens for a reason
feels like today is worse than yesterday and better than tomorrow
could such a prophecy be real?
trying to escape the thoughts leading to the aftermath of the life they steal
arms wide open, eyes wide shut – this is me right now
the reflection of tension, it changes everything...it changes everything
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2. |
At the Candle
03:33
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lift me up high
I’ve been lying way too long
and the dreams have been just a moan
night after night
lighting the candle of my only hope to survive
my hands are empty yet still full of burdens
they’re just like the leeches of hopes
tear them all off or they will take the best of me
and everything that I’m here for
all days look like one another
but I’ll scream at the top of my lungs
the battles I fight with myself are a part of ridiculous self-torture
a poisonous bite with a long history
neither visible nor skinned over
my hands are empty yet still full of burdens
they’re just like the leeches of hopes
tear them all off or they will take the best of me
and everything that I’m here for
all days look like one another
but I’ll scream at the top of my lungs
wake up…wake up from your memories
wake up…wake up from your memories
but the river hasn’t dried out
it has only been polluted and the outcast in me is the only culprit
denial or even the slightest resistance just doesn’t make sense and it’s useless
so I declare peace ‘cause I need it so bad and I’ll get rid of the stains…wake up…wake up
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3. |
Of a True Light
04:18
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shapeless imagery destined to be a part of the stream with no end
what’s the point of this looking for something that one has already found?
regrets and memories cannot be those that should form this sick sense of self
everybody is keeping the keys from the gates to their internal worlds
I am such a typical example of a wandering light
wanting to shine everywhere where it’s much too dark
I’ve got a problem with myself
this is not me
my feelings are dead
just help me find that days are bright
make me believe it’s a true light
as for the shivery, it might be a proof of fighting, not giving up
there’s no misery which isn’t faced by desire to just make it stop
letting go off the chains tying the body deep to the bottom of the sea
of insecurities shall be the first step to bringing back the ability to breathe
I am such a typical example of a wandering light
wanting to shine everywhere where it’s much too dark
I’ve got a problem with myself
this is not me
my feelings are dead
just help me find that days are bright
make me believe it’s a true light…a true light
I know I can make it but I need time…I know I can make it but I need time
I am such a typical example of a wandering light
wanting to shine everywhere where it’s much too dark
I’ve got a problem with myself
this is not me
my feelings are dead
just help me find that days are bright make me believe it’s a true light…a true light…yeah
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4. |
Keeping
03:08
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no, I won’t let go of the trace of the previous glow
I cannot escape the feelings that brought me here
to this field of prey where the lord meets the slave
growing old in despair
walking down the unknown stairs
patience is something I’m bound to chase
but I won’t let go of the trace of the previous glow
I have been given a chance to say what I am going through
to everyone who cares
but I tend to waste it by choosing silence as a better way
it feels so wrong, though
keeping everything as it is
no endeavour for a single change
reaping only what I sow myself
in hope of deliverance
I have been given a chance to say what I am going through
to everyone who cares
but I tend to waste it by choosing silence as a better way
it feels so wrong
I’m colder than the rain flowing down my spine
streetlights going out
something’s wrong
I have been given a chance to say what I am going through
to everyone who cares
but I tend to waste it by choosing silence as a better way
it feels so wrong and I don’t wanna feel this way
I don’t wanna feel this way
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5. |
The Farewell Gate
04:45
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as I took my final breath of no air but blood instead
the pictures inside my head came faster than people said
my body lay in the shade of everything I remained
that’s how it all can fade to open the farewell gate
what’s more it’s not my own mistake
I’m just a victim of a dumb coincidence
caught a glimpse of those blistering rays of light softly reaching my face
fragments of angels who gazed while I slowly made my way
to the adorable place touched by the essence of grace
that’s how it all can fade to open the farewell gate
what’s more, it’s not my own mistake
I’m just a victim of a dumb coincidence
I’m taken back to another place I have never seen
is anybody there?
taken back to discover what life is all about so cherish what you have
the fragments and the shadows of the moaning people
gathering around me in a nameless hue
made me realize that pretty soon I’d leave ‘cause
it felt like those rumours
at that moment I knew the nature of the fears and horrors noone misses
unleashes itself in a moment of the end
and if we are to open all the long forgotten chambers
when is the right time?
tell me‘cause I’m sure that you realize it’s nothing but over
and no, I hadn’t waved the flag before it burnt
are we just puppets marching over the astatic bridge of destiny hoping the river isn’t cold?
photographs and hearts – that’s where you’ll always have me
my only option now is to watch over you
and I will give you strength to go on although I know it’s never ever gonna be the same
but don’t give up on yourself
be the same
don’t give up on yourself
be the same
don’t give up on yourself
be the same
don’t give up on yourself
don’t you give up on yourself
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Shut
03:59
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in the shade of nights spent inside my mind
there’s an open fight, yet undercover
and what seems to heal me from my own fear of the life I live
depends on all the moments when they don’t understand
‘cause it’s something they’re not aware of
like a loaded gun I aim while I run away from the past which is my blank cartridge
here we stand in awe of what we’ve become
do we even recognize ourselves?
it ain’t look like that
just don’t call it a lie
we ought not to say goodbye
shutting myself away from the beloved ones
why do I do it at all?
there’s a stain hard to clean deep inside the body that you face but I’ll try
voices at the candle of a true light keeping the farewell gate shut
get it straight and don’t lose faith
I may be a stranger now but trust me I don’t ever want to go
‘cause there’s you
I need you
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