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Phony Tales
02:10
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There is enough pain down here, and still you come up with more.
In your books and in your voice, the characters are nothing more than lies.
Please stop trying to warn me about all the nonsense that you see. It's all phony tales.
Stop to try to warn the world, stop with all your pointless jokes
and find yourself a home, be glad you're still alive.
Be glad to be alive, this is a cold place. Stop messing around.
Of all the things you speak about there is nothing more stupid than an army of ghosts.
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Brace Yourself
04:25
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Brace yourself. Prepare yourself.
Get ready for the blast.
Hope for a lesser crash.
Hope for a miracle.
Dressed to kill, look at you now.
Dressed to slain, shining and glowing strong.
What will you do now, no time to escape.
A million of phantoms will pass right through you.
Brace yourself. Prepare yourself.
Get ready for the worst.
Things are moving too fast, unavoidable.
A million of phantoms will pass right through you.
And they will drain your soul, they will drain your heart.
They will drain your soul, and destroy your frame,
as if you were made of paper and glass.
As if you were nothing, a simple crumb of sand, from a common road, somewhere out there.
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Disperse
04:31
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Fortress made of concrete.
Massive squares, made of concrete, steel and glass.
It's all good in there, and so calm.
Where only greatness can be, only wealth and gold for the most part.
Every world has misfits, almost every one.
There is one that doesn't have any part in this.
This one would welcome corrosion, as he's waiting to rot.
His heart is too large, as the box he's living in.
His frame is too real, as the earth he's sitting on.
One day he will disperse and drift as the mist.
Escaping the rocks, the stones and the brotherhood.
He'll be as one with the wind, at last and forever.
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Only the Brainless
02:49
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Look at the sky and then realize, something is happening not so far away.
Look at your feet and try to stay calm, the tide of flesh is nothing else but little bugs and rats.
They're not coming for you, they don't care about us, but the stench of what's coming is too strong and too dark.
Look at the sky and then contemplate, a disturbed waltz of flying black dots.
It would be insane to stay right here.
Only the brainless would want to ride this wave.
But again, maybe it's your fate, maybe somehow you knew.
You've been waiting all this time, playing the fool, harming yourself.
Waiting all this time, and there you are.
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Translucent Skin
05:14
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You will leave everything behind.
Everything inside your house is long gone anyway.
Your crown is fading away, was it really there, somewhere?
Apparently the time is now. Now is the perfect time to join.
No need for goodbyes, you've been gone for years.
No need for celebration, as this was predictable.
This is not, by any means, a formidable event. And I'm sorry to tell you this.
Your skin is translucent, your bones are sparkling.
It seems you are ready to go.
Today is the perfect time, to join the Army of ghosts.
Today is the perfect time, to finally play your part.
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Walking Through Walls
03:16
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Of course they can walk through our walls like it's nothing at all.
Of course they don't care about this as they are a part of a primal machine that slightly reshape everything in its path.
Sometime they leave an object or a tought, a memory from a time long gone.
You can always try to resist this torrent of pale and feeble matter.
There is nothing to be done, as we are not in the same world, after all.
Of course they can walk through our walls.
Of course they can pass through our head and bones.
Sometimes they take something, a thought, a memory or some joy or happiness.
It's not on purpose, there is no point in going mad about that, or about them.
Maybe some day, you will finally join this dance, and take a item here, and leave some grief in there.
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Army of Ghosts
04:40
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The background noise is always there, it's always been here.
Always been creepy, like a faint writing on a wall.
A confused feeling you're not supposed to comprehend.
The voice of a million heads.
A voice of a dreadful herd.
They are mad, screaming all the time, a distant mass of chaos.
They will breach into your soul, and make it their own.
They will hijack your heart, and turn it upside down.
You think you are safe, but you're already in the void.
You think you are one of a kind, you're not, not anymore.
It's an army of ghosts, an army of spectres.
They will tear you apart.
They will feed on your soul, and what could you do?
Now you're a part of the fleet, as another joyful ghost.
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Spectral Ocean
04:06
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Try to avoid the traps.
There's a minefield drawn full scale by a toddler, who had lots of fun.
We'll have to pass the black dots, to pass between the cold spots.
You'll see the remains, the empty shells.
In all kind of shades and all kind of fashion.
This looks beautiful, but please bear with me.
Fight against the urge, the urge to give up, to give up and let go.
I'll take you there, and you'll see.
You'll see for yourself, another kind of place, a deserted heaven, just under this ocean of shadows, a torrent of spectral mess.
Don't let go, please come with me.
There is no point in going there alone. This scene is useless if you're not here.
There are so many stages for a hidden paradise to reveal itself.
But you will have to watch, you will have to see.
And at last take deep breath, and settle down with me.
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Distant Wildlife
05:14
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It’s all quiet in here, even with the background noise.
Even with the distant struggles we all know about.
You just have to make a place for yourself.
A place for your mind.
And be able to engage, to see the beauty out there.
It’s all over the place, please take a sit and relax.
The soldiers and mayhem are far.
Far away from this spot, and as far as you want them to be.
For now, it’s simple as that, and can last forever.
We are just chilling here, watching the wild life.
Watching the green, tiny machines working for a bigger scheme.
The green and the grey, leading a peaceful play.
You can relax now. Take some time to unwind, as time is all that we have.
There is nothing left here.
Watching the wildlife, instead of fighting chaos.
Watching the green life, while they are falling apart.
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Neon Sign
03:33
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Forsaken, in the wild, vortex of sand, and clouds of dust.
Almost out of juice, how much longer this neon sign will last?
Seen by no one, yet stubborn as hell.
How much longer before it runs dry?
How futile is a dead neon sign?
It there something left to display?
With no souls to see, what would be the point?
Lonely neon sign, lost in duty, trying to do his best.
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Raoul Sinier Paris, France
Raoul Sinier is without doubt a unique artist.
He juggles music, illustration and animation with a
freewheeling talent.
His music captures emotions and liberates the listener, enables their penetration into the very sophisticated musical universe of the musician.
But beyond the fury of monsters and the screaming music is the exacerbated sensitivity of a demanding individual…
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