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blame chord ( ancst )
03:21
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blame chord
are these the lies that bind in this misery, I've left all my scars behind, held captive in this repulsive state
so i chose to dwell in this self chosen isolation, your sun doesn't warm anymore and I'm embraced by the weakness you
have inflicted, it feels like every step towards you is like walking on shattered glass, within our coffins we're kept
motionless, erased every single memory with every written word in vain, and yet i can't remember the last time I've cried
now i can't remember the last time I've tried to feel, this is what we do, it's all we've learned, it's all we can do with
our bitterness, see us grasping each breath as we leave in turmoil, take a fearless glance up to all our tomorrows.
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spark ( ancst )
03:24
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spark
all you know is obedience, a life in vain, cryptic existence. all alone in this urban nightmare, all you want is to be extinct.
and as you raise your hands to the sky, no one there to hear you scream. as you wish, as you beg for something more than this,
not a spark left in you. urban desolation, a realm of fallen skies. compromised entity, we are already dead.
fast paced, an impersonal environment, reigned by the vultures of greed. all you know is living by your code of lies,
hazardous impurity. too long you have been incarnated, drugged and broken. too long you have been a part of this,
denial of life. the time has come, this crisis ends tonight, so sick of being you. there has to be more than this,
concrete barren walls.
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3. |
seizures ( ancst )
05:34
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seizures
looks like this place is another living hell, that's what she said and as they weep for the sake of mankind, i am playing
god again, messengers of pestilence are praising their downfall, on the streets which have been paved with our misery,
still counting the days, paraphrasing, evoking for all the world to see what's meant to be compassionate and despite all of
your lies there are enough reasons to despise your fucking lifes, responding to this attitude while grieving for human
destination, thee who are nourished with hatred still walk this earth, in reminiscence of the deceased, disaffected
chants perpetuate, another contagion and we are forced to impede, imminent loss of this thing they call appreciation,
still having the blood on our hands of each one who couldn't hold out any longer.being just rejected persons within an
impersonate world, our voices are sore and our hearts are wrecked, this is the sound of head on concrete.
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elegy of self-deceit
i once was buried in anxious slumber, eternally bound to yesterdays. waking up from these shrouded dreams, i found myself
lost in forlorn hope. inside i repose in grief. inside i'm too blind to see that i've become my greatest deceiver, so close to
the void. just a shape in this masquerade, a drifter without his shoes. all i know, so obsolete and false, there is nothing here
worth living for. the days of grace, long may the reign, long forgotten and abysmal. wake me up before i self-destruct, there is
no more room in hell. wake me up before i self-destruct, i may live but just to die. i walk the shades of a dying race, fragments
of a life i (once) sought. i still adhere on that fading beauty, a childish wish for escape.
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5. |
unbenannt ( ast )
03:22
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unbenannt 167
und nichts stellt sich ein, distanzen werden unüberwindbar. gefangen zwischen hort und unbenannt, meine aufgabe ein nebel
umschließt. die morgenröte zeichnet ein bild deiner ohnmacht, so matt und bleich, so kalt und klar. parasit meines phanerons,
ich ertrinke in deinem durst. sonore schatten der existenz, welch lichcht euch warf? wie es entflammte? und ob sein mangel
mich erblinde? deine augen, dem nichts entgegen. woran dein glaube fortan? das ganze, inwendig erloschen. grauer kosmos, dem
wesen ein grab. wozu der unmut, qual und zerfall, existenz und agonie. ist am ende einfach nur ende.
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hybris & hamartie
einst trug mein herz, an der stelle, eine apathie deiner zu entgehen. gegen diese angst, keine einzige fiktion wirkt marternd und
schwer. jeder blick wird welk auf meiner haut. meine sehnsucht, wie der woge ein meer im weg. nur ein fehler, nur ein fehler.
der woge ein meer im weg. meine sehnsucht, wie welk auf meiner haut. jeder blick wird marternd und schwer. keine einzige fiktion
wirkt gegen diese angst, deiner zu entgehen. eine apathie an der stelle, einst trug mein herz.
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7. |
von einem ende ( ast )
05:01
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von einem ende (kohärenzlängen ii)
weiches licht umarmt diesen tag, doch kein gedanke erhellt diese wahrheit, diese angst und die ferne und die tat. medusa für
meine vorstellung, keine lösung und kein ziel, weder ferne, noch tat. doch am ende wirst du wieder frei von dem was du willst
wirst du wieder frei von dem was du willst wirst du wieder, ohne mich. bleiche deinen geist, ein wesen so farblos, wegen mir.
deine blindheit betäubt deinen verstand. in dieser dunkelsten nacht, keine sinne, keine hemmung, wurde jedes ereignis zu unserem
freitod. ein flackern im nebel, der gestank deines zorns, die hände verkrampft, der blick auf den weg. schwärzer dein aug um
jeden tag, worte wie mauern aufeinander, es fehlt an kohärenz, doch am ende wirst du wieder frei von dem was du willst wirst
du wieder frei von dem was du willst wirst du
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8. |
f.s. ( ast )
03:30
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f.s.
deine grenzen erkannten sie nicht, jeder schnitt verzerrt. ohne obhut im chaos entzweit, weder wandel noch flucht. ich kann
dich noch sehen: ein echo, rückwirkung, wiederholung und selbstähnlichkeit. ein betrachter ohne sicht, prägung einer existenz,
verbundenheit und hingabe. die lichtflut kehrt wieder, nur die schatten bleiben immer hier, wo du liegst. das alles nur für
einen wunsch
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