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Intro
01:33
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Up to Us
03:52
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If there was a lie, that combines our goals by frightening 'em down, blow it away.
Surrender to pride. Nothing kills us tonight.
If there was a lie, that combines our goals. Blow it away. Surrender to pride.
Violence, drugs, stealing, ignorance, ingratitude, hate - Up to us.
Take the consequences,
Predators self-approved to apex thrones.
Seek opportunities to fry your burden alive.
If there was a lie, that combines our goals by frightening 'em down, blow it away.
Surrender to pride. Nothing kills us tonight.
If there was a lie, that combines our goals. Blow it away. Surrender to pride.
Violence, drugs, stealing, ignorance, ingratitude, hate - Up to us.
We're invincible now.
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3. |
The Travelers
02:48
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Promise me the saves. Promise me journeys. Certainties away, we travel now.
It is best trip so far, Eden-like feeling.
We travel so high, passion among glory.
We weren't born for this, but we hope so.
These tricky illusions, shattered realms.
At some point we look for alternatives for norms of life, that binds us in endless circles.
Same old story came up to end. All these travelers of our minds just sank to rebuild.
Promise me the saves. Promise me journeys. Certainties away, we travel now.
At some point we look for alternatives for norms of life, that binds us in endless circles.
Alternatives for norms of life.
Same old story came up to end. All these travelers of our minds just sank to rebuild.
Promise me the saves. Promise me journeys.
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Fragments to Guide
04:05
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Crippled, nicked, sliced. Extracting substance.
Broken. Strong. Blurred. Distinguishing evil.
What seems ideal now is what you admire as your kingdom.
All ethics came to fry beneath villainous smile.
Crippled, nicked, sliced. Extracting substance.
Broken. Strong. Blurred. Distinguishing evil.
Twisted paths collide inside, greetings my previous show.
Unfortunately what I guide now I don't know.
For now I guide blurry fragments.
Pocketing top of no kingdom.
Despite the luck above hunting in lusts there's demon to feed.
What seems ideal now is what you admire as your kingdom.
All ethics came to fry beneath villainous smile.
Twisted paths collide inside, greetings my previous show.
Unfortunately what I guide now I don't know.
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Vantage Point
04:06
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Rush hours mean every single tear for everyone, for everything.
Choice of being killed by circumstances is in everyone, in everything.
Any event can possibly sign broken alliances anytime.
As we've never spoke of nasty options, that hide inside.
Drag me to beacons, in darkness.
Get leap of faith.
I will proceed to leap of faith.
I'm looking from up, proceeding to leap of faith.
I'm spending time by proceeding to leap of faith.
Rush hours mean every single tear for everyone, for everything.
Choice of being killed by circumstances is in everyone, in everything.
Any event can possibly sign broken alliances anytime.
As we've never spoke of nasty options, that hide inside.
I've only fought with all legions down.
I'm ruling the world, but WE are the star.
We got the vantage point.
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Departure
03:18
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First sight began to despise this thought I couldn't live through
by every impossible way I change the fucking happy end. This show starts off. I realize I depart silently. Certain falls. Verbal claws poured out, followed by real ones.
Everything spilled out red. Blinded judgment for now took the lead.
Is this your motivation? Is this, where maker meets its scars?
Finally got me where I am. Silence is not your backup now.
Because every crap you made I'll burn.
Cause every fucking crap you made I'll fucking burn.
Oddly enough with all the rage there's more, than meets the eye.
What the fuck has affection died to?
Inside the delivering we don't keep opposite secrets.
None code of conduct is linked to path, where I
Depart. I depart decency with pride less pieces of lungs not breathing.
I depart through glory and agony. No heroes now.
I depart through fame and silence you chose to hide.
Hopelessness found its real love in form of a coward being.
By every impossible way I change the fucking happy end. This show starts off. I realize I depart silently. Certain falls. Verbal claws poured out, followed by real ones.
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7. |
Hoods of Incomplete
03:09
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Looking back. It's smile time, right?
Intensity makes me to see there is no room for gentle antisocial wars.
This theme's colored with nothing, but black.
An infinite wave of faces, covered in hoods.
Faces that never feel the entire circle.
Looking back. Putting the hood on.
While we demonstrate our passion for mercy, we hardly realize we wear hoods. We're incomplete of our time.
Decapitate ways of blood beneath.
Looking back. It's smile time, right?
Intensity makes me to see there is no room for gentle antisocial wars.
This theme's colored with nothing, but black.
While we demonstrate our passion for mercy, we hardly realize we wear hoods. We're incomplete.
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Sequels
03:12
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Hatreds reaching surface are feeding disgrace of pointless ethic.
They're writing sequels with nonsense ending. In endless trilogies they breathe.
Typemachines go wrong with all the rage.
When new frustration calls..
..We’re writing sequels.
When morality falls..
..We’re writing sequels.
We write off useless tales, fulfilled with madness, made on our graves.
We're writing sequels that describe who we are.
Stories of primitive minds carry on with typing lines.
Decision's upon you.
We're writing sequels with nonsense endings. In endless trilogies OUR hatreds breathe.
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