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We Missed the Parade
03:38
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this is careless and hurtful
for our ageing throats
to be preaching the wild souls
as no one else can bring us back home
we're chewing our tongue and season
our wretched voice
preaching the wild souls
lost in the void
our pointless moans
replace those of faceless sons
we missed the halt a while ago
we're just sticking to modest roles
embrace the void
this is crushing our kneecaps
and crooked arms
to be dancing with wild souls
but no one else will walk us back home
we're dragging our hips and ankles
weak limping waltz
dancing as wild souls
deep in the void
our dryed up source
died with your teenage ball
we parched ourselves a while ago
we're just sticking to modest goals
embrace the void
and those who haven’t quit yet
won’t dare a step above
all those who don't drift
but reach for normal hopes
muzzling their wild souls
will end a step above
step above
this is careless and hurtful
for our ageing throats
to be preaching the wild souls
lost in the void
our pointless moans
replace those of faceless sons
we missed the halt a while ago
we're just sticking to modest roles
all those who don't drift
but reach for normal hopes
will stay safe and end a step above
stuck at the crossroad
proud but sure lost
we missed the parade
they're all a step above
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2. |
Placeholders
04:20
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how could we separate
true lies and tricks from surrogates
when all we’re getting here turns fake ?
we’ve lost our references in modern states
in the ages of all concerns
what we're told here is all there is
outraged, misled or saved
bound to the science of our western peers
there is a reason for our senses to go wild
we'll find our reasons to believe it from both sides
there is a feel that none of us will survive
we've always seeked true common sense, but not this time
far more dangerous than all we've seen
far more vicious than all we've chased
outraged, misled or saved
we'll see our instincts turning into rage
there is a reason for our senses to go wild
we'll find our reasons to believe it from both sides
there is a feel that none of us will survive
we've always seeked true common sense, but not this time
for all we dumped in the void
never came back as worse
our emotions mirrored
seek a heaven to curse
another paradise
uncorrupted by time
we call for paradise
unperfected and wild
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3. |
Generic Skincare
03:33
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old wrinkles, carving canyons and holes
furrows on our faces - betraying lines
wrinkles, can you see them at all
see them all
we hang up our dimples on top of the wall
forgotten in the slots of shivering wood poles
we already heard death ringing the door bell
( or ) crawling below - crawling below
old wrinkles, carving canyons and holes
furrows on our faces - betraying lines
wrinkles, eddies of our souls in plain sight
see them all stirring time
across our faded face, our melting fate, and glooming age
traitors, judas, squatters of our scalps, riddles of our smiles
straighten them now, outrageous old scars
cover their holes, straighten those lines we loathe
deception arises, lingered in its trench
oh wrinkles, shimmer in our eyes
through their holes and furrows
wrinkles, eddies of our souls in plain sight
see them all stirring time
across our faded face, our melting fate and glooming age
deception arises, lingered patient in its trench
will catch (gets) us at last
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4. |
Black Chyme
04:41
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we feed our self destructive feelings
for all the signs
prove us we should leave hopes
right where we found them
see the marks on our skin
will trace the time
we have spent on our knees
holding our bile
and our head will keep spinning
at least for a while
until it goes blind
allright hold it 'til it hurts
man up hide it until and we watch it come out
nothing we've swallowed shall be found
nothing ever before it covers the ground
allright hold it - our guts burst
nothing ever, no single drop of our bile
shall be found
hold it til it hurts
nothing we've swallowed shall be found
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5. |
Bandwagoning
04:41
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turnovers - watertight - we lack an alibi
calendars - standardised - excuse all but dont justify
how can we fail in the defence of our shrinking time ?
middle class - sparing dimes - killing our time
stand now for a while - postures analyzed
(go) back to the origin - now trace the facts
why make a handful of riots while average avengers
classify - rate our life - trample our house
a handful of riots
should reorganize
how we're wasting our lives
uuuh look at those proud elites
playing supermen
selling dreams in close space
interleaved systems never subject to fail
shading our skies with relentless relays
while we the fragile the people of clay
are crowding the streets and sitting in circles
we're defending our future by letting it fail
we're preaching non-sense for those that will stay
breathing fine
holding on to ignoring slurs
us freaks won't surrender
to the daily stress you're living under
hated above all are those who crossed the line
how bad will their mysterious reflections and thoughts
affect the flaking sparkles of your mirrors
or sprain the tired ankles of your ancestors
tell me how could they behave like normal if locked down
in cages like cattle, unpowered and spoiled
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6. |
Caravel
04:20
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how could we make up for days and years of wait
despite our tries the pressure’s immense
we should stitch our mouths hold back our lies
it feels the real trip now begins
cut the fence and break the ban
we won't track this trace nor back it up
should we swim away and surf the flood
or mark our wrists and lick the blood
can we fix this game and try not to call it off ?
and question all we used to endorse
embrace some real hindsight
then close our lids and pray for brighter light
we could trick our eyes, invent it all
or read this once and tear it up
looks like we missed the chance to fix it all
despite our tries, the pressure’s immense
we won't track this trace nor back it up
we won’t mark our wrists and lick the blood
can we fix this game and try not to call it off ?
and question all we used to endorse
embrace some real hindsight
then close our lids and pray for brighter light
we could trick our eyes, invent it all
or read this once and tear it up
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7. |
Venetian Blinds
03:58
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dark wind blowing on our panes
carries angst and menaces
echoes and debris of parades
miles away from where we fled to isolate
hear these scraps of songs and crumbs of laughter
carried high in our shaded skies
stripes of smoke thin beams of light
slowly gather and propagate
is it sane
to implicate our hearts
and intricate our lives
will it be vain
to flee the fears we now should face
hear these scraps of songs and crumbs of laughter
carried high in our shaded skies
stripes of smoke thin beams of light
slowly gather and propagate
feel these hints of joy through waves of despair
blinking low in our tired eyes
quick bursts of hope through restless nights
surely doomed to evaporate
is it sane
to implicate our hearts
and intricate our lives
will it be vain
to flee the fears we now should face
down to the basic needs
home with our closest peers
waiting for the remedies
who will miss out when time will freeze
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8. |
Featherweight
06:24
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curse our arms
pretentious hands wrapped to fight
their proudest range cannot extend towards the dark
facing all odds we’ll miss our jabs
although the evidence is right upon our faces
we're trusting our defense
crave for quietness crave for safer space
even if everything we need is subject to fade away
we hide our pain hold back our tears and wait
for better days in vain
although the evidence is right upon our faces
we trusting our defense
crave for quietness crave for safer space
even if everything we need is subject to fade away
we lick our sores dry our tears and wait
for better days in vain
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threw our hearts across the fence
through the holes of the barrier
and won't get no pieces back
no pieces back
this is the same all over again
waiting for the wind to wash the pain
the wind to wash the pain
saw your beauty passing over
late light rays through the clouds
and won't get no feelings back
no feelings back
this is the same all over again
waiting for the wind to wash the pain
this is the same all over again
waiting for the wind to wash the pain
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10. |
Bunker Vaults (Intro)
01:06
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11. |
Bunker Vaults
07:24
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in all regions across this globe
human beings whose pulse ain't clogged
curse our fathers for wasting soils
turning wastelands to branchless logs
our age is spoiled
reframing our mindset goals
how many brave souls have lost control ?
hahaha
who will challenge our chaste fake smiles
and start chasing common rejoicing ?
The next we'll crown
will deceive their real vows
erasing shadows - our lost wars
swear we're healing the ones we ghost
our age is spoiled
split among our last resources
reframing our mindset goals
how many brave souls have lost control ?
hahaha
digging deeper to jeopardize
pragmatism on faith's behalf
The void is close
everything recedes - final swirl
summoning science - our last moan
pray we're growing a greener lawn
our age is spoiled
split among our last resources
mourn, abort, entomb
our elders world
in bunker vaults
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Coilguns La Chaux De Fonds, Switzerland