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Preserved Vaccum Tight
10:33
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All my tulips are begging to be plucked
Growing from the traces left of her
She sees the faces of people that wore her diamonds before her
For a million years passing every single one and another too dead to die
Would they now be sorry
if you comitted suicide?
You could make everybody pay
Would you be proud of yourself then?
Does the sun feels nearer in an airplane?
A person who even in hell would feel cold
Drugging your own brain with hope
I preserved our love vacuum tight in a jar
and it was never weakening
the glass broke with time
now ants are crawling over feelings
There's a confession waiting to be told
But the words won't change anything
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Thou wast perfect in the ways from the day thou wast created
Till inquintiy was found in thee
Deciver of earth
The whole world
is yours
Play as you used to
Before thrown from heaven
That ancient serpent
His notes
Haven't sound but made to linger in the ears
Destruction all the music will bring
Cherish the result of your fall
Play us murder and lies we consent
Shell there bere drinking and cursing
Help us to embrace
Every sinful sence
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For the pain that was caused
For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache
For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell
Not run away
That can not go anywhere else
For the trauma that's caused by abuse
For so many years
For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments
Bring back torture for such crimes
Bring back the death sentence
Bring back the whips we used
Nailed to a poll and stoned to death
Something caused all the lost souls
No judge despises suicide attempts
Animals commiting corporal abuse should not even get their grave
We don't have to act like it's normal
Like it's happened before so we shouldn't care
Chose the right side of moral
You lie if you belive they will change
Reconcile the scene for a moment
Screming with a tear covered face
Being used for someones amusement
Picture it in your fucking head
Now take a second
A second to imagine
The tragedy of a photograph
Cold hands touching and beating
A small thing haunted with fears
Now we cherish our understanding law believing even in such excrement
Shit that caused pain to a child deserves death and nothing less
Before execution a fiend shall arrive
Their body shall be burned till skin melts
The sight shall be gruesome to the eyes that are not aware of what the victim felt
For the pain that was caused
For the act of betraying ones self into thinking it deserves to ache
For everything done wrong to release rage on something that can not tell, not run away, that can not go anywhere else
For the trauma that's caused by abuse for so many years
For the the innocent covered with wounds we should have severe punishments
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4. |
Of Thousand Open Wounds
07:20
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In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at
To be inspected
But it did
As if to wait for a misspelled word
for contoversial opinion
Life choices about your own body someone can't understand
Being listened to
Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong
Who are we to critique?
As if we have the wisdom
To teach or tell fortune
To know how it is to cope with these insecurities
Suffer with the coil in your flesh
Opposing against troubles
Scorning whips and arrows with no respect
Cowards of us all
Sweat under weary lives
Rather to cast a thought than a moment
With a regard to deny the resolution
Of which you know nothing of
And lose the belief in yourself and others
Walking the crowded streets scattered
Knowing what it is like
There, right now.
Walking the crowded streets scattered
In theory, it shouldn't feel normal to be looked at
To be inspected
But it did
As if to wait for a misspelled word
for contoversial opinion
Life choices about your own body someone can't understand
Being listened to
Just for the pure sake of saying something wrong
Who are we to critique?
As if we have the wisdom
To teach or tell fortune
Walking the crowded streets
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Nurses for the nurtured
Defibrillation for the heart
Psychyatrists schrieking
Bangings heads against walls
Broken, frail bones
So it said in the charts
I just feel cold
I don't feel alive
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And still I died
But medicine
Evolved
For 2000 years
How far we have come
Medicine
How far we have come
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Honeymoon Pledge
05:55
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Winds spit in
throats were nurtured
of the polls
and the nature
Withering souls
exhaust of all
Begging for better future
Something could happen
soon
nothing is to the meaning of life
just find your own
it is meaningless
this life
find your own meaning
but carefuly do that
the essence of our existences are always subjective
there is no meaning of life
just our lives
and our own definition of it
what we want
is our meaning of life
the essence of our existences are always subjective
there is no meaning of life
just our lives
and our own definition of it
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SOFTLY GENTLE LIES
MELTING FROM THE EYES
TEARS OF THE FALLEN
SLEEPING IN THE SKIES
FOR OPHELIA
SPREAD A NEW VARIANCE
THE SUN HAS SET
YET THE DAY BRIGHTENS
WHEN OPHELIA IS DEAD
AND THE NIGHT DEBARS
ROUND AND ROUND THE MOON AROUND THE EARTH FLIPS
PLANETS AND SKIES LIFT
AND DAY IS DULL DURING THE ECLIPSE
THE MELTING FROM THE EYES
AND THE TEAR THAT DRIPS
HAS SHATTERED THE SKIES
POISONED THE LIGHT
COLORED THE WHITE
TURNED DAY INTO NIGHT
AND STARS INTO DEBRIS
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Concealer Hiding Bruises
11:41
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As if you need to forgive
tell
before fire can meet gasoline
tell
speak
Makeup with a different usage
Not to unfold so better untold
Bruises kept unseen to the world
Only worth living with a honey colored face
But how to hide a bruised heart with makeup?
Save your tears for the mascara tear painted pillow
Waterfalls of black flowing over cheap concealer
Just alive if left alone
only if set free
but...
hot to speak?
A prison was formed
so Hearts can break
And so does a noose
And a cheek turned red
but covered with decoration
as if the tragedy is art
as if you need to forgive
can't you just revenge it and tell it all?
tell
A small fire can meet gasoline
tell
speak
open your mouth wide
scream aloud
tell them all
speak in detail
about everything
and wash down the concealer
show your scars
open your mouth wide
and scream
before fire meets gasoline
wash down the concealer
show the bruises
take relief
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Cruelty Field Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
experimental project purely dedicated to pushing the limits of sound. There is no direct genre that could define the music. There is no inspiration taken from any art form. Just the foreign and abstract expression of reality and image of the world it tries to represent. Individualization, codification and purity put into sonic sequences to create unity with itself: Abandoned. ... more
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