1. |
Herald
04:33
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Something in the sky,
heralds the end.
Dark low-flowing cloud,
over my head.
Sinister forces,
are constantly clashing.
Interests and politics,
kick their ases.
Where are you in all of this?
and what do you mean for them?
And often think about,
human indifference.
Eclipsed human minds,
in offensive.
When running herd of rams,
is trampling a sick one.
Loss doesn’t matter,
only profits.
Where are you in all of this?
And what do you mean for them?
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2. |
For The Future
05:46
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It’s a sign,
it had to end this way.
In your eyes,
I see primal fear and tears.
My instincts,
tell me that we will deal with it.
In this fight,
you must be just as strong as me.
I don’t want to lose you.
I will be with you.
I don’t want to lose you.
That is ultimate truth.
It's alright,
now you must go to sleep.
You must learn,
long tripping in deep dreams.
I don’t want to lose you.
I will be with you.
I don’t want to lose you.
That is ultimate truth.
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3. |
Time
05:40
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Time is running out,
our time keeps running out,
our dreams and belongings turn into dust.
Time is running out,
our time keeps running out,
our dreams and belongings turn into dust.
Our thoughts like the night moths,
follow the light of illusory hope,
that when we die,
someone will remember us.
We live so short,
and die so young,
We want respect and dignity.
Time is running out,
our time keeps running out,
our dreams and belongings turn into dust.
Our thoughts like the night moths,
follow the light of illusory hope, t
hat when we die,
someone will remember us.
We live so short,
The speed is too fast,
We must fight to be ourselves.
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4. |
Change
05:33
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5. |
Leave
04:37
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Leave me now,
stop sticking nose into my business.
You don't know how,
difficult it is to exist.
Don’t yank me
and don't come into my house.
I would like,
you to disappear.
You don't tell us what is good and fine
Stop regulating every aspect of life
And don’t dictate who to sleep with
Just let us decide about it.
What do you think?
You ask me do I have a brain?
I’m not a fool
and I can calculate.
all the time you make promises you can't fulfill
so believe me now,
I will never be a slaughtered animal.
You don't tell us what is good and fine
Stop regulating every aspect of life
And don’t dictate who to sleep with
Just let us decide about it
You don't tell us what is good and fine
Stop regulating every aspect of life
And don’t dictate who to sleep with
Just let us decide about it
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6. |
To The Stars
05:01
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Now when I ask myself if I should stay in place,
I just don’t know,
I feel lost in dark chaotic space.
So often our actions end in failure and
they just make no sense,
or are terrible in consequence.
But some strange forces keep pushing me further,
and make me run, to the stars.
But some strange forces keep pushing me further,
and make me run to the stars.
So many times I’ve felt cheated in the past,
I remember it all,
I think I am smarter now, at last.
These teachings led me to be distrustful and rude,
I have shut myself off,
I did not intend to leave my hide.
But some strange forces keep pushing me further,
and make me run, to the stars.
But some strange forces keep pushing me further, and make me run to the stars.
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7. |
Keep Calm
05:18
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I have no reason to worry,
all things around look so fine.
There’s no period in my memory,
that was so calm and organized.
But everything can be an illusion,
a frail and shaky house of cards.
I think I know the end of this story,
loud fanfare and confetti flying around.
Interviews, meetings and all this applause,
the sound of palm trees and the glow of the setting sun.
But everything can be an illusion,
a frail and shaky house of cards.
I will try to keep my stoic calm,
and not get used to being a triumphant.
But everything can be an illusion,
a frail and shaky house of cards.
I will try to keep my stoic calm,
and not get used to being a triumphant.
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8. |
Mist
05:49
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I’m gliding through the misty autumn,
fog covers rooftops,
and everything stood still,
in an enchanted dream.
The air is quite cool,
when it falls into my nose.
Reflections in a puddles,
like windows to another world.
I’m just a moving dot,
if you look at me from the satellite,
an anonymous ghost,
on the concrete catwalk.
Open your eyes,
and take notice,
to other souls.
A motorcade moves slowly,
the smoke is rising from the exhaust pipes,
a column of nameless faces,
looking deep into the void.
No one sees another man,
everyone passes indifferently,
the big city is frozen,
in its sinister dream.
Open your eyes,
and take notice,
to other souls.
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