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The Great Simplifiers
03:29
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What's important always shines
For winners
Dosed fanaticism
Needles and insanity
The Great Simplifiers
Drool a crystal dream
Waiting for repeating maligna
Boldly trample on the skulls
We, the Machines
Dependence = endorphines
The Great Simplifiers
Drool a crystal dream
Waiting for repeating maligna
Boldly trample on the skulls
The Great Simplifiers
Dwarfs on Giants
Addicted to win
There's no farewell
If luck never hit me
Our goals are known
Our highs are so much low
The Great Simplifiers
Only gods have precious blood
Howling for a howl
Needles and insanity
Straight injection into the heart
Pumping happiness cut with some disgust
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Bastards!
04:16
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I wear proudly all the marks on the body
Yes, I am still listening
I want to believe someone
Whom deepest desire is
Transforming man into a toy
And punishing him for it
I trust in you
Whose mission is
Distraction, humiliation and abuse
The most expensive meat in the world
Bastards!
Show me there're things
That we cannot repair
Show me the soul
of a broken toilet toy
I do not promise obedience
As I do not have to, yet
But I remember everything
And still I like the marks on my body
Broken again.
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We have started wrong with all the false ideals
We should try better
Wait for the cheater
to deal your cards
I know him
He fixes lives
Of those, to which tommorrow will not come
Not mine. My turn.
Today I won.
Wasted time is time gained
Better than my trust to myself
In the distance without background
Show me what you are
And look at us
Look at us
Don't bother
It isn't the end of the game
Pathethic and laughable
But all those glances will never stop
It's constant illusion
Tongue confussion
So useless like managing the future
Old fairytales undermine all new conclusions
To modify is not enough, we need transfusion
Desires so small
When so high is the goal
Tricks of marasm, tiny threats
Exponentially growing
The weight of uselessness
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4. |
Incipit
03:28
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There is an end
Promised for us
And there is a path
So numb and blank
That show us in the light
Thrilled and naked
I know, what the joy is
Fortune, I know
If I would to forget something,
I could
To be unashamed in front of myself
As admiration of its innocence
Był czas, gdy nie mieliśmy wątpliwości
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Impact Resistance Ego
03:20
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White halls, white echos
Salt of the earth
Untouchable, without any fault
Glassy love
Pure cold, extract from the void
What kind of test require to discontinue?
Artificial happiness - path to the beginning
End is for free but always tomorrow
Truth flexibility is a stampede
Adoration of the substitute of the essence
In reverse, in negative
No remorse, no future
No God. So what?
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The Emperor
05:09
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At the Spring
The stars are yield hemlock's crop
For our enemies
After the old - fallows are sown
Unintentionally I smile
Like the one who cares
On scorched earth
Grin
Hard harvest
War means progress
Our names have expired
But actions shine
Through eager days and hectic nights
Washing blood with blood again
Do you recognize that voice that scares you deep inside?
It starts
In our wombs
It breeds in our tombs
Mimicry status quo
Motionless and helpless
To feel it again, managing fear to enslave hearts
It's never warm at the top of the peak
Howling threats of cold elements
To stifle most of them, with crisp clear rays
The sun must be the one,
To let the rule the emperor
As the one who cares
On scorched earth
Or thrust him down and kill
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The Awakening
Begins with a storm
Hatred fed by earnest prayer
Behind the scenes, always behind
I have made you nod
Helpless, depersonalized
Come on, gray is safe
All of them wants
The priceless reward
A pose for a pose
That needs to be applauded
The core values of begging
To be noticed
Confrontation looks like hope
Baptized with force
Freedom on knees
Lords and servants
Fuel for my spite
The Awakening
Begins with a storm
Fuck tomorrow
Today we burn
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8. |
Fiktionlust
09:51
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Blurred appearance
In the house of mirrors
Where lights don't go out
To mislead the trail
We're laughing right in his face
In order to tame the fear of the enemy
Which we've met
And he's us
But once naked, we shouldn't waste time for decency
Shameless we are
Until we're stuck and we’re back again
Into the safe, warm shell
Among this caleidoscopic hell
Which points the finger at us.
Stand, watch senselessly
Stand, wait, pass the pain
Stand still, hold on
Patiently,
As the sea freezes
* * *
The last glimpse of summer before the atomic winter has captured this ethereal moment of procreation of the last known freedom, the absolute deconstruction of god concepts and the hope of recycling the species, expressed by frigid mothers sucking the nipples of trampled dwarfs - those happy ignorants looking out the light from between the knees of stilt walkers - walking still straight, but already blinded by the newborn Sun that turned out to be not just a gossip.
Am I talking to you too late?
I know I come from far away...
Too late...
I've seen it before
Fire changes everything
Everything...
Even death
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