1. |
A Fairytale
04:48
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there’s no light at the lighthouse
the warden threw himself right onto the rocks
and we can only guess where the shore is
by the smell of his body rot
strangle the pilot, throw him in the ocean
yield the power to the grinding wheel
let the body float, it will reach the shore
right at the blood spill
capturing stillness and divide
broken hands reaching out for the light
broken vertebrae sing of hurt
and the voice of the hurt spreads the word
there’s a hidden catch in killing
it cuts the cords and ushers you into battle
paresis, paralysis, tangles of malice considered fulfilling
when a scream is forbidden and so is a rattle
the captain opens his chest with the knife
and jumps in the ocean to follow the pilot
he wishes to be washed ashore
and embrace the other two
in silence
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2. |
Let You In
08:07
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go drench yourself in your everlasting sorrow, pain and madness
I won’t let you in
go get drunk as a lord
I won’t let you in
I’ll build a shield
and won’t let you in
this song celebrates letting be but not letting in
confined
by our only holy solitudes
divine
oh, I know you would
define
our own boundaries
by not letting in
by letting be and not letting in
I’ll curse the whole floor
and won’t let you in
I do it to keep me safe
and won’t let you in
I’ll build a shield
and won’t let you in
this song celebrates letting be but not letting in
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3. |
Black One
04:11
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I swipe the dust from an old book,
cover our bed with a blanket,
words help me to contain myself,
words! help me to contain myself
there's a ghost haunting his belongings,
it's no better that the story is archived
on the mind's back shelf.
'cause she has seen those things before me,
ironed his shirts and made coffee,
said he could make it to the base,
rubbed his feet so he could go on with his race.
did he ever call her "maus"?
all the secrets of the house
turn it into a graveyard,
tombstones,
dates unknown.
sweet, sweet lady,
where've you gone?
how many trees have you outgrown?
how many dreams have you let go?
she's screaming,
"YOU'RE THE NEXT
to be laid to rest."
all is silent,
only the washing machine
goes in cycles,
waiting for her
to cut in.
I remember I found her ring
in the bin.
with her name of a candy-pie
she puts blood on my hands,
sets my mind of fire.
Black One,
nonexistent,
dead
or
alive,
she hasn't really
found her peace.
her mocking memory's at ease.
glasses askew,
hair like wild waves,
out from beyond
her imaginary grave
she's screaming,
"YOU'RE THE NEXT
to be laid to rest."
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4. |
Goodbye To The Ponies
04:02
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5. |
Bowel Of Mortal
06:14
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what if I leave to embark on a journey
of a routine referred to as wonder?
what if the duty assigned to my gender
would overcome and shut me up like molten lead?
what if I call me Cinderella and cut my heels?
what if time and age tear me asunder?
what if my body is a bowel of unknown,
a labyrinth with ashes left of my golden thread?
beauty will leave me, it has the right to
be somtehing easy, something forgotten
learn to be wiped out, they say, try out our cleansing
bury your feelings, they’re falsely begotten
you’re mortal
within this bowel of unknown
we are neck-deep in slime, ever paralyzed
nobody can hear me inside this space suit
what if I jump out only to wake up unseen?
what do you know about being locked in?
beauty will leave us, it has the right to
be somtehing easy, something forgotten
learn to be wiped out, they say, try out our cleansing
bury your feelings, they’re falsely begotten
you’re mortal
since she's been born, she's paying her price. beauty will leave her, they'll render her useless. what do you know about being locked in?
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6. |
Deceiver
05:00
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lucky you, you can paralyze
you see horror in my eyes
lucky me, I’ve got X-ray eyes
I can see through your disguise
I can hear muffled cries
through your wall of shallow lies
prisoner within your own bias
that’s you inside, that’s you inside
there is no way I can hear you at all
if I don’t press my ear to the wall
but the wall has its mouth open
its teeth lust for blood
it’s time for you to feed your wall
but I am no victim
I am not possessed
I don’t want to hear from you
anymore at all
go back to your mire
treacherous and dire
forever a liar in my eyes
go back to your mire
treacherous and dire
forever a liar
forever a deceiver and a liar.
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7. |
Do You See Me
04:14
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do you see me?
I’ll give virtually anything
to leave now and forever
away from these oil-bred shellfish
they say I owe them
I live just because of them
I’ll die unforgiven, selfish
many points converged in the ocean
darkness calls to watch its motion
slowly crawling up my fingers
resting in my spine to linger
tranquilized and close to nothing
see the lodestar, watch it calling
it disperses all the verses,
misdirects the blessers’ curses
do you see me? I’m ready to be seen
do you hear me? I’m ready to be heard
do you read me? I’m ready to be read
do you see me? do you see
black ribs, broken, frostbitten
soiled in petroleum
come on, stick your hand inside
dripping, dissolving smoothly
ugly expired fuel
what else are we gonna find?
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8. |
Radar Shattered
03:05
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slice me
with your
empty
mercy
call me
your friend
wait for
curtsy...
silent
hatred
runs this
engine
motion
capture
requires
patching
docile
by design
insindes
battered
three-ring
circus,
radar
shattered...
come and
explode
on my
ruins
judge me
I’ll just
achieve
fluence
mince you
grind you
feeling
better?
three-ring
circus,
radar
shattered
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9. |
The Judge
05:57
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as the judge enters the room,
he is smooth and articulate,
as I’m determined to lose
and my claims sound ridiculous
he’s reached the verdict long time ago
in order to deem
all my feelings artificial,
just an illusion to him
and I can’t sing, I can’t move
can only make attempts to prove
my own being as valid
as his corroded truth
I’ve seen him before
in the faces of four
dead grey shadows,
their hungry eyes empty and sore
and he orders the crane
to move over me,
grab me by the head, lift me up
to a certain degree
as I land into the scrap pile,
he’s laughing and patting his head,
“wish you were dead.”
as the judge enters the room,
he is smooth and articulate
he’s determined to prove
his indifference.
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Patience Airways Saint Petersburg, Russia
Experimental piano rock project from St. Petersburg, Russia.
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