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Biography
03:33
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With innocence and bitterness
There is something that we try
Dress us with your shine again
Why do you mess our minds
Biographies are not the reality
Your biography is black and white
Is black and white is black and white
Is black and white
Set yourself in panic
All your numbers are chromatic
Crashing hearts up to the surface
Within a nutshell
Sleeves without bows are never-born
Forget the rest of us
It’s hard to sing a song when it hurts
Eyes like windows
Don’t forget the rest of us
The rest of us, the rest of us
The rest of us
Set yourself in panic
All your numbers are chromatic
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2. |
Narrow Dream Factory
04:11
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I’ve nothing left to say
Bored and still awake
Why am I tired of sleep?
Who holds me when I have to fill
Rivers and Rainbows of rage
The emptiness in my own cage
And flowers in my mind
Yes I’m harmless strange
And I always do
Everyday the same
Old stories
There’s something I try
Trying to forget
In my narrow dream factory
Can you hear the time
And thing that I woke up
Figures, bones and threads
Who gives me grey light I don’t need
Hope is not an empty thought
Evercold and neverborn
With flowers in my mind
Yes I’m harmless strange
And I always do
Everyday the same
Old stories
There’s something I try
Trying to forget
In my narrow dream factory
But I still need contacts
Even if I never use them
But I need this useless light
Even if I can see enough
With flowers in my mind
With flowers in my mind
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Shadows
04:48
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Within a dream
I had again
Thought I’m in a throwback day inside
Of memories with candlelight
And drunken letters
All I can do right
With twitching eyes
More, more alive
What’s in your chest, a heart of fire?
What’s in your head, my drunken letter?
I was false all the time
We said we would love each other
In the darkest hour
I confess to ruin myself with drunken letters
A maze of sleep
Less, more, deep
Where do you rest when you miss the sun?
What’s in your chest, a broken mine?
I was false all the time
We said we would love each other
In the darkest hour
I confess to ruin myself with drunken letters
false all the time
Everything is everything and everyone is everyone
Drunken things are drunken things and
Everything is all you need
Drunken things are drunken things
And everyone is blank
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4. |
Aura
03:26
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Force the flickering candle
Now to give up
Word- and aimless
Speak to breaking walls
Careless whine
On days of the sun
Fearless blinking
In the light of the moon
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
Dreams are always real, tonight
It’s time to be fair
Said fire to the rain
Your eyes are useless
An innovation of grace
Reach your inner being
A candle to the wind
You’re far from my eyes
But close to my heart
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
If dreams were my weapons, tonight
Dreams are always real, tonight
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5. |
Void Wilderness
06:50
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In dimensions that fall apart
It’s empty close and always far
All you think about distrust
Snares come and you’re already lost
So far
So far
Obstacles are the interlude of rage
And harm and fail
Doubts are not the impact or the fire
But it ends in a desire
Are you looking for some bliss
In such a void wilderness
Rephrase your poems
Devolve your thoughts
And leave the tangle sad enough
Is it magic separating
Hope from faith, a wisp of light
So sad
So sad
Within inconsistency and pain
And rage and harm and fail
Doubts are not the impact or the fire
But it ends in a desire
Are you looking for some bliss
In such a void wilderness
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