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Firestarter
04:09
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Despair as a thousand link’s leash.
lengthened when ribs appears.
Blood filling this moats that keeps us apart.
Outstretched hands summons vampire bites.
taking knives on your back, replant them in front of you.
relay race of grey hair weighted down in scorn.
after every storm, each tide. nothing is same but nothing must change.
Dead leaves return to trees.
after every storm, each tide. voids weighs more, scale leans empty.
Gold plated chain reaction.
After every storm, each tide, we’re only the wind that carries flames
to the tormentor’s pyre
After every storm, each tide, agony still carry on in heads.
As the weariness of the worst
Framework of the world is sinking.
Framework of the world is burning.
Embers as a return to life.
Framework of the world is sinking.
Framework of the world is burning.
Finish line runs towards us.
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Sunken mementos
06:10
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tell me when hearts became empty shells,
in those we can hear elders laugh.
too many path, too much affection
to take the good one, to believe in truth.
Who’s to blame, when there is nothing left ?
but the remains of remains,
Survey streets for survey hearts.
Alone among all.
like last Sparrow, we survived to morbid worry, by running from cloud to cloud.
The sea goes up and now tide nibbles cities, taking roots for a last leak.
« life as a lottery in which nothing must be bet. »
but when they come to expect, milk teeth in wet embers,
fear speak in their name.
what they don't, that's all we have.
what they preach, that's all we hush.
feeding fire rather than idolizing embers
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Everything I touch turns to stone,
There’s nobody left to reap my soul,
Cause all the dreamers are gone
I am a king without a kingdom
I’m my own jester,
I’m the king of a driftwood castle,
Walls are getting tighter
Cause all the dreamers are gone
The dreamers are gone
The dreamers are gone
There used to be parties,
Now i’m alone on my throne
To know I was lucky,
I had to throw it all,
There used to be parties,
But i’m dancing with ghosts,
Im alone since centuries,
I’ve lost who I loved the most
They’re gone with the wind,
I’m surrounded by my sins,
They’re gone with the wind,
Im stuck in the eye of the storm
A thousand new skies are nothing to blinds eyes,
The best ship is nothing without an harbor
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Fata Morgana
06:24
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Thick fog, so thick you could bump into it.
What have I become?
Unknown never have been so familiar
I can’t find my home
Nice to meet you, I guess I know u,
Glad you came please take a seat .
Rope in hand, guiding through rooms.
Remind me of never letting go.
Who’s at the other end?
All this bring me back to what I’m no longer.
mirror house leaves marks
Terror dies with sparks.
mirrors house leaves marks /
Terror dies with sparks. /
Diving helmet instead of sky.
mirror house leaves marks
Fog spreads walls and let enter tides.
Terror dies with sparks.
our good times spent is just a tap to close.
Cause in the end we all sink.
light enters cracks of the ship.
captain has given his seat.
To the shadow of sickness.
will you remember me ?
Witness my last stand
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