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Formed Doppelganger
01:57
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Mourning eyes help to bring chaos,
Strange fog affects reality,
Politeness is an unfortunate loss.
Corruption is born at fertility.
Don’t flow away from high,
I’ve seen you die before dawn.
Plead her when the end is nigh,
If you don’t want to be a pawn.
Let the blood sink in from your skin,
Won’t let if you think you’re not in.
Swept promises shall banish you,
From the very things you want to take away.
Birthed from the mirror,
With melted iron fist
Leaped with cold heart
Trapped in loop.
Complex serenity
With pure melancholy
Leads to the creation
of your worst self
You’ll be okay if you keep your guard up.
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2. |
Shameful Hypocrites
02:32
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Hypocrites in a flood made from emptiness
It’s their fate for to drown.
Someone realizes the insolence sets in,
They cannot get rid of this time.
Here comes the banishment again.
Acceptance is hard to obey
There is courage in the air
Let us speak and condemn the unfair.
Speak with me dear traveller.
Do you see your gaze on yourself?
Can you wonder the perception of unreality?
Will you find the achievement in impasse?
The severe hopes in the lost souls
Helps the regain the past.
Decorate our exhibition
Swallow your reincarnation
Lies hasten time of life,
Latent shadows shall cauterize.
When there is no one to despise,
Superiority will trigger the strife.
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3. |
Death Will Apologize
02:56
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Salute me, Death,
but don't take away my breath.
Don't open your wings yet.
It's now time to talk.
Laughable second,
Fades like in a minute.
We're the souls at the pond
Waiting for to disintegrate
Abnormal complexity,
Made me question technically.
That's why i'm asking,
In order to know completely.
Apologize
Apologize to me,
It won't hurt me.
Because i'm dying already.
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it's dark out here again,
I'll hear everything with my light beside.
Rats crawling inside their fleshes,
Gouged my eyes out and yet i can still see.
Thoughts are subjective or so as they say.
Heretics hold on to different deity.
(Heretics hold on to different deity.)
Gatekeepers are waiting for their crows.
(Gatekeepers are waiting for their crows.)
So go on prepare your own funeral.
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5. |
Secret Weeper
02:16
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So sick tired of seeing other peoples faces
How they disparage one another
Instead of caressing their wounds,
Annihilation they’ve brought already set loose.
There’s no one to trust,
Here’s everyone to distrust.
Hatred brings upon every single human
Into a one place where they pick one sheep
To feed from it.
When there’s a knowledge to acknowledge,
They choose to dismantle every fact.
In this mortal life
when pain devours
There is no luck.
there is no comfort.
I know that
there may still be hope
but how am i supposed to find it
when there is no one to ask?
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6. |
Voices in That Mask
02:42
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We want out!
We want out!
We want out!
There’s no room left for us.
To compensate desire,
Do not forget to bring out your fury!
To distort!
To fail!
Get out!
Get us out!
Get out!
Get us out!
Get out!
Get us out!
Get out!
Get us out!
Get out!
Get us out!
Get out!
Get us out!
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Being truthful in their happiness made them jealous
The fear has resurfaced as soon as they smiled
Showed a bunch of sympathy while they were outrageous
Respected a fake mercy when the known fate was corrupted.
Demons seeped from depths
Lured him for his sins
He told the peasants
To where to purge.
Nostalgic sense of pleading
Is the Modern meaning of creeping.
Nothing makes them thinking.
It's the game that they're playing.
Poor words are for nothing,
They'll make up something.
Washed act with their pure blood,
Made as an act for the new flood.
Truthful words are easy to bear,
Blinded minds are hard to tear.
Fingers crossed for safety,
Poisoned laughs are empty.
Don't mind this crash,
I'm just eating my flesh.
Walls are scrambling,
All flashes are crawling.
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Contemplate my existence,
Feel my essence.
If I seem abstract,
Look at me last time.
Into the nowhere
So much lies,
So much hate
To comprehend all by myself
Bash my skull
So i can welcome you in.
Eat my flesh,
To see the clash.
Collide my bones,
Collect my thrones.
I don't want to be definite,
I want to be an obscure.
It's my liability,
so it's my quiddity.
I don't form accuracy,
I form discrepancy.
Obscure chaos sets loose
I fucking hate you!
I contradict my fucking self!
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9. |
Burning Nightmares
02:29
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Darkness will follow me,
Ashes may burn me.
Someone may be my guidance,
But I'm not sure about my acceptance.
Beware about one thing,
Don't twist your mentality.
Keep your words simple,
To maintain your morality.
Act as if you're one of them,
Carefully share your thoughts with them.
But if you see them crying,
Leave them with their sorrow!
Open your cage!
Wash your dirty heart.
Hold your breath,
To see their wrath!
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There is nothing
There is nothing
There is nothing you can look
There is nothing
There will be nothing at the end
All hell will be cleansed
Norm transcends capacity,
with little more apathy.
Crosswords shape shift,
Like one big rifts.
Sharpened Lights,
Warped Nights,
Will be active till dusk.
Cursed Days,
Broken Overlays,
Will have in their dominance.
Oh light!
Give me one more life.
Are you empty?
or Have they emptied your ivy?
The door to void
will lead to nothing.
The questions will end up meaningless.
Our existence will be the last thing we'll ever solve.
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11. |
Embedded Delusion
03:09
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Embedded Delusion,
is the death of intention.
Please, don't be afraid,
You're part of my aid.
You do the math,
to create a path.
Erase your lotion,
to see thy corruption.
See your lies from above,
To think how you bow.
Seize your emotion,
Witness the demolition.
They'll feel down.
They'll fall down.
Reversed images of mirrors,
Can cause some errors.
So, don't act the way they want from you
Their poems in your palms,
Will create your ultimate destruction.
Undetected shift,
May pale your face.
May pale your fate.
May pale your fate.
May pale your fate.
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