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Breathe
05:11
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On the other side of the night
I revolved around a glistening spot
With all the mirrors shattered
And all the shards scattered
A world was lying in pieces round
Out in the streets
The hungry hearts screech
Underneath the mute sky blue
Desperate to devour
Every speck of truth
An idle power - too anxious to move
Spinning wild in liquid light
On days that grow far too bright
Strange forms of phantom pains
We flow fast through empty veins,
Anemia streets, numbing beats
In nights that burn far too bright
If born again it would be the same
No time to reflect no time to regret
A tame terror trapped
forever in our heads
Breathe, breathe, breathe
Dry your belladonna eyes
Mute your voice among chaotic cries
Be brave amidst the deadness
It seems like an endless loops of a dove
Trying to nest in your palm
Another round
It’s just another round
Breathe, it’s just another round
Come breathe...
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2. |
Indigo Shoes
05:54
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My raincoat is tight
The night clings to my face
This heart grows cold
But you won’t let me go
My tongue feels hard
Dancing on the edge
When I fell into the sea
I didn’t know I could swim
It all feels so close
It all feels so near
You paid the price
With your last hopeful tear
Can’t put on the day,
Can’t put off the night
I’m forever reborn
Under a laconic moon
In a frail marriage
I feel the warmth of the gloom
Losing yourself is better
Than never to bloom
I still watch them swimmers
Lost in blind seas
they all drift
In a sole sunrise
So we’re heading out
So we’re going down
And we’ll leave back nothing
But our black raincoats
And down on the beach align in the sand
A billion pairs of
Indigo shoes
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3. |
Born to Lose
07:28
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Hush now my love
We've got to go
Can't you see, can't you feel
We are born to lose
Oh my love, oh my heart
It's time to go
Can't you see, can't you feel
We are born to lose
<3
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4. |
Lament & Moan
04:04
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High noon routine
Mid-summer air
A few drops of poison
Lethargic sweat
Unfinished phrases
Phony praises
And piles of unread books
Symbols and rules
Tattooed on fools
Dark circles and
Cycles and cycles
Dream memos
Perfect life demos
A comet of your scent
It’s a short season of love
Before we lament and moan
This ain’t no place for predetermined happy endings
Some heard the humming of the night
Some were marked for death
The rain came, the birds fell
Down from empty skies
Here’s the daily bread bad news
But I keep that away from you
You shall not know; you shall go on
Selling stories with empty eyes
The great creators of super-voids
A maze of nerves and veins
The craze of soothing pains
Hear us lament and moan,
Hear us lament and moan
Yet another blue Sunday
That made me aware
Of the harsh truths of the past years
Each time I left too soon
To swallow the light of a silver moon
All spring long all the big eyes
Filled the windows in my street
Perfect scenes and visions
Hopes, change and missions
An urge a need to shiver and bleed
But when I’m inhaled by the night
And spit on the river banks
I slowly dissolve in the sand
And forget to lament and moan
The morning curls up
And huddles against me
Til’ I dare to tell you
That I love you
That I care for you
But I’m already bound in the afterglow
I’m a somber giant
In a glistening storm
A thousand pages later
I’m still mumbling about the hatred
The madness
The beauty in all sadness
Oh, little did I know
I would be the next in line
I never healed, never moved on
From losses and traumas
The cycles keep turning
But the cures stop working
I’m with the creatures that maul the flawless
That drink the colors from the petals
Dip the boughs in dark liquid
Scare away the people
Into their houses
Where they remain silent, silent – silent!
I hear them come
I should pack my shit and leave
The piles of unread books
The undead dreams
Every drop of blood and sweat
All the tears of regret
Your warmth in my bed
Your taste in my breath
I’m down on the beaches
With a rebel screeches
And all the others
That never stopped to fall in love in spring
To fall in love in spring
To fall in love in spring
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5. |
Dead Spider
09:05
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Hanging like a dead spider from the ceiling
It’s a crime to bang your head till you’re dead
And just not giving a damn
No reason, no meaning – jump over the railing
Into the stream – the blood in your veins – churning
Always haunted by somber giants
Ringing the bells
Make them chime like handed down charm bracelet
Tell’em if it hurts, tell’em if it hurts
Bad dream noise pollution 'til the night cuts
Shush! What a disgrace, get out of place
It all feels like a crawl space
Waterproof snakeskin for my smartphone
Still it all overlaps, still it all overlaps
A papier-mâché idol shimmering from behind a waterfall, the beaded door, the jock stick mist
All gone, cig break, bad news - broken truce
Everlasting dead wake.
Dramas between full ash-trays and sunrays
Reach out! Despite of high-costs of getting lost
And breathe through the cold
Oh, what if we were born again
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6. |
A Bridge Too Far
06:09
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When we float like feathers
Wear our sighs like sweaters
And flit away in the shimmering light
The shards, of the last night-train
Stumbling over memories
Flickering across the streets
Under a crescent moon that cuts the sky
To let it out, to let it bleed
Guess I’d better be going
Guess you’re already waiting
In the midst of the mist
On a bridge too far
Your words still cling to my mind
The shards still tickle my heart
While I revel in your scent
I slowly fall apart
A touch a touch is far too much
I’ll get tangled in your golden hair
In the highest heights I thought
I could bathe in your light
Somehow I knew what I’d become
already knew it would be undone
But still I wrote your name in the sand
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7. |
Lovely Echoes
12:07
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The night’s always full of lovely echoes
They lost their path in the neon haze
They couldn’t stop to be someone else
They rode the hype, they sang the hit
They gazed at the mute sky saying
The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?
The night’s always full of lovely echoes
These calls shiver through the city’s veins
A frantic throbbing, a familiar pain
Heavy hearts full of thorns
High in the age of loss
Extinguished euphorics drifting round
Swaying in cool synthetic sounds
The night’s always full of lovely echoes
What cried, what loved, what hoped and lied
What stories glimmer in the night
A vibrant breath, soon a cry
What dreams perished in the light
The night’s always full of lovely echoes
Once you’ll die with a heart bursting with life
If the night’s always full of lovely echoes
Disconnect me
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