1. |
No Man's Land
04:30
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You
Leave a birthmark on anyone who's born inside
You
Punish for being a colonist of one's own mind
Yeah
Drop a sunray on me and for once leave me be
Here
In the country of people, they're feeding on rumors
Here
I'm getting afraid that I die of a tumor
Death
Grab my hand and look me in the eye
'Cause I need your wise guidance in this no man's land
Death
Be my friend
There is no better friend out in this murderland
End
It's the end
It's not easy to live here by your own command
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2. |
Blood In The Mud
01:53
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See the fury
Blood in the mud
No more waiting
For a new god
Unleash, unwind, uncoil, rewire
Artificial sickness catching fire
The scalpel is ready to cut away
Till everyone is grass
Refuse the mercy of the broken
Let this fight last
Seize the unrest
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3. |
Diaries of Maelstrom
05:09
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Diaries of anguish
Diaries of malice
Paper is hopeless
Paper is callous
1. Diaries of maelstrom
Diaries of challenge
Deserve their well-earned rest
A hapless concoction
Of stale ruminations
Can easily leave you depressed
Bloodsucking writings describing the city
I've been in many times before
It's a good story but I never fancied
That I'd ever open that door
Again
2. They documented realities that
Understandably breached common sense
Mad woman's diaries, leave my head alone
Let me speak of you in the past tense
Bloodsucking writings describing the city
I've been in many times before
It's a good story but I never fancied
That I'd ever open that door
Again
Hop into the madness
Again
Hop into the madness
Be sour, be pop, be sour
3. These haunted writings contain recollections
Of me being pushed to the brink
Don't bring them back, take a break and
Please avert your eyes from the sinister ink
Bloodsucking writings describing the city
I've been in many times before
It's a good story but I never fancied
That I'd ever open that door
Again
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4. |
Cosmic Song
04:27
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1. Chaos, be my friend
Be my calm consoling harbor
I no longer fear the end
I rejected all my armor
Dissolved in the one and only
Sweet embrace
Sleeping among the stars
Sleeping among the stars
My heart wants to be a pulsar
My throat wants to be a galaxy
My stomach is longing to become another Jupiter
My spine is a way back home
My feet are the roots that are located everywhere
Just unplug my heavy head
And let me sink into the void
2. If I can renounce my eyes
I can renounce anything at all
And from underneath the lies
Out and forth away I'll crawl
Bleeding, no matter how
Pain is not an issue now
Part of it all, I am sleeping
Among the stars
My heart wants to be a pulsar
My throat wants to be a galaxy
My stomach is longing to become another Jupiter
My spine is a way back home
My feet are the roots that are located everywhere
This body is too small for me
I can remember everything right now
Just unplug my heavy head
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5. |
Xanaleo
03:14
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Στο ‘πα και στο ξαναλέω
στο γιαλό μην κατεβείς
ο γιαλός κάνει φουρτούνα
και σε πάρει και χαθείς
Κι αν με πάρει που με πάει
κάτω στα βαθιά νερά
κάνω το κορμί μου βάρκα
και τα χέρια μου κουπιά
το μαντήλι μου πανάκι
μπαινοβγαίνω στη στεριά
Στο ‘πα και στο ξαναλέω
μη μου γράφεις γράμματα
γιατί γράμματα δεν ξέρω
και με πιάνουν κλάματα
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6. |
Die Kleinen Blumen
03:27
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Wenn Du in der Nähe bist
Hinter dem Schleier hier
So fern
So tot
Komm her, halte meine hand
Ich verteile Dein Leiden
Wenn du, ein Geist,
Es noch in Dir hast
Oder ich kann Geschichten teilen
Oder ich kann Dich Bücher lesen
Und ich weiß, dass Du Kinder haben
Dein ganzes Leben wolltest
Und ich weiß, dass es in Deinem Umfeld
Leute, die Dich betrogen hatten, gab
Und ich trockne meine Augen aus
Und ich wische meine Brille auf
Und ich schau in den Zauberspiegel,
Nur um mein eigenes Bild zu sehen
Nach Deinen Stammen untersunken
In das Toten-Seelen-Meer,
Die kleinen Blumen Deines Funkens
Sind zu Dir zurückgekehrt.
Die kleinen Blumen
Sind zu Dir zurückgekehrt.
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7. |
Thyella
03:36
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Θα πεθάνω αύριο
Κατ' απώ την άμμο
Θα γίνω φίλη των σκουληκιών
Φθινοπωρινών
Να κηρυχτώ πνιγμένη
Μια κάμαρα κλειδωμένη
Στη κλειδαρότρυπα κρύφτηκε έvα φύλλο
Φθινοπωρινό
Θύελλα
Να περιστρέφει τα όλα πράγματα
Θύελλα
Σβήσε κεριά, κάψ' τα όλα ψέματα
Θύελλα
Στείλε του θανάτου καλέσματα
Τα μάτια μου κλαίν με άμμο
Το στώμα γεμάτο με σκόνη
Μη κλαίτε για το κορμί μου
Ανήκω στο αμμόδες κύμα
Φωνάζω με τοv αέρα
Την θύελλα την θα καταφέρω
Θύελλα
Να περιστρέφει τα όλα πράγματα
Θύελλα
Σβήσε κεριά, κάψ' τα όλα ψέματα
Θύελλα
Η κραυγή μου φωνάζει δυνατά
Θύελλα
Θύελλα
Στείλε του θανάτου καλέσματα
Τα μάτια μου κλαίν με άμμο
Το στώμα γεμάτο με σκόνη
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8. |
The Water Stands Still
06:45
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Hello mist, it's been a while
I'm not afraid anymore
Construction grew thin and fragile
My mind became an open sore
I came to the place behind the veil
Where water stops its flow
Please show me things, dissolve my confusion
Take off my glasses of illusion
Lead me to the real
I came to this familiar park
To clarify what I've been looking for
Perhaps I'll find important marks
Of what I have once seen before
Invalid data on the radar
That wasn't meant for a crusade
Behold what time will bring you later
The water stands still
The water stands still
The water stands still
A little will to memorize all this
So I'm giving in to the mist
I know it will remember this
Recording in the mist
This mist is a part of the abyss
I'll write it down into the mist
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9. |
No Violence Required
04:03
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He was so thin she could break him
Yet he took up much space
He sought for a piece of her
To please his taste
No violence required for this act of consumption
No violence required
If you want to be taken
You make a grave mistake
You could as well choose breaking
Or burning at the stake
The love you have, if not used up,
Molds into steady hate
A song then comes from underneath
On a silver plate
Let branches grow out of her chest
A poisoned vine
They will pump out all the tainted blood
From her insides
No need to cringe before the ghost
Of someone's false embrace
Will she run for her life,
Will she find a way?
But even if those sprouts shoot up
They are a poisoned vine
They feed on someone else's blood
(Maybe there's some of mine)
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10. |
Bluebird In Your Hand
04:39
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If a dream becomes a noose,
Why not cut it loose?
If a bluebird in your hand
Cries in discontent,
Consider
Letting go of,
Walking out of,
Saying goodbye
To the sacrifice.
That's my advice.
Letting go of,
Walking out of,
Saying goodbye,
Jump into the void.
A fall of joy.
There is no discipline in a solar storm
There's no sense in self-deprecation
No need to be the cornerstone
And no quest for admiration
Sending the signal, testing the void,
Finish the labor painlessly
Waking in a completely new story
Welcoming the end
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Patience Airways Saint Petersburg, Russia
Experimental piano rock project from St. Petersburg, Russia.
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