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Transcend the Acheron
03:15
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From the depths, try ascend
Cleanse your soul, cross the gate
Darkness defeats, abort, rape the day
Convert all your sorrow to a state of grace
You’re not worth
A soul condemned to hell
Crash down the gates
Colour of mourning
Cracked in the shape of a cross
Too bright for sight to sustain
Wash these wounds
Salvage your life
‘Behold the handmaid of the Lord’
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Polar Aftermath
03:31
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Backslide, fall from grace
Deprave and die on vine
Returning home at the very bottom
Replicate the failures
Tune in on dead mates
Let silence ring such as
The cold harshness of being wrong
Throughout your entire life,
Words engraved but
They don’t make any sense,
Anymore, yet they resound
When days decline, when lights give up
Slowly you will go with the flow
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That Which Does Not Live
02:30
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Time is fleeting.
We changed so much
I don’t want to recall
At the edge of a rope
Humans born to be exempt from pain
Sad they get damaged
Hopeless, they will get damaged
The wretched will feed
Feed on my soul,
And those around myself,
Sad they get damaged
Sad they get damaged - I know they will
In a purpose of resonances,
Eternity is a fake
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House Of The Departed
03:48
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Shutting down vs. crashing out,
In this darkness you call bliss,
When not setting up strategies,
Against the world,
Back from isolation, a quarantine,
Never allowed, never again,
Introducing the ruin,
To get out safe
Despite the world
Despise the world
For anyone enclosed within four walls
Eventually loses the ability to
Connect ideas with words
Selective mutism raised on purpose
Bearing somewhat of a light
In this darkness you call bliss.
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Down Syndrome
03:00
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I try to lower myself,
In order to feel what you felt
When life failed it all,
Sadness, always sadness bows,
Kill your heroes and stab yourself,
I attempted quite a few times,
Eyes that saw too much pain
Are not used to see anything else,
When it comes to suffering
I will be right in line.
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Roads To Gehenna
03:16
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There will be no last call
This will be no hard toil
Getting rid of this all
Bury the burden tonight,
(For it sickens me right now)
Falling down the edge of sanity,
Once more speaking silent,
Yet I have so much to say,
Disgust working like a well-oiled machinery,
I am not depending on you,
I am not, and I feel so tired,
And you act like bad medicine.
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Walls Of Dis
03:41
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You will not, never know
Praise your name, no more now
Sin of pride, blood afire
With envy, eyes shut wide
Weighed down by death
Grounds you’ve sunk in
Way down
Gone – repressed – erased
There is no heaven’s gate
Lamb of god
Have mercy upon us
Last rites for those condemned
‘O lord, open my lips
And my mouth shall praise’
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Timeworn and tragic,
A blaze in your blemished face,
React, hark back, decline, you selfish whore,
Return to an earlier less developed state,
You selfish whore
All the ironic revert back
Are looking so fake
That it hurts like a stab in the back,
Not to say this grin is getting old,
You never belonged to me,
So many years later
It would be ugly so you say.
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Through your eyes I learnt how to scorn,
To hell and back, so many times.
Pretty much a silent scream,
So many times, much like silently ending,
To hell and back,
Worn bag of hopes, Vanishing,
A toxic trip, a painful dose,
Hope as a bottle of pills,
Vanishing, a toxic trip, a painful dose
No.
Love, artificial,
Love, edible, shallow,
(Sadly nothing is eternal)
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