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Rite Of Passage
03:05
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when the leaves are coming down in spring and every day tastes of cold coffee.
when there’s only sundowns turning into cold nights and you're running out of matches.
when there's nothing left to love and nothing left to hate.
then welcome to my life.
i hate myself.
i'm wandering in darkness, trying to catch little spots of light. fireflies are covering my path.
i hate myself more than everyone else.
the only color i can see is the ink under my skin.
reminding me of better days, of the things i never had, the things i'll never have again.
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2. |
Philophobia
02:53
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oh how beautiful you looked
that night we spent on the rooftop
with the city below us
my jacket on your shoulders
nothing but the stars above us
oh how desperately I long for
those bright and distant daydreams
of long forgotten times in which we
still talked and smoked the night away
with cheap wine and golden hearts
never able to meet our intentions
all i want are long summer nights
but all i see is the fall
into insomnial winter wakemares
when i lie on my floor
drunk and worn out
i understand what ian meant
because i still have the spirit
but long ago i lost the feeling
lost my feelings
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3. |
Ceremony
03:51
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i am sick of every song on every record spinning in our spiritless lives.
and i am sick of every word you're saying to me.
and when i hold your hand it's like you're dragging me down to the bottom of the sea.
every time you kiss me my lips are burning. the times you touch me my skin is tearing apart.
but still i can't live without you, still i’m not able to let you go.
there is this overwhelming fear to let you disappear into the raving maelstrom of lost souls and broken hearts. so i guess i'll better keep this worn out record spinning.
even if it means for me to stand still.
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Voices
04:00
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there is this little, silent voice creeping up your mind.
it’s starting to wander through your whole body
until it’s in your lungs, your head, your heart.
silently it's whispering
so lovely, so sweet.
it seems to know all there is to know about you. seems to be your only friend.
it creeps under your skin and lights a fire
that slowly burns inside
until your heart is nothing more than a black muscle pumping burning blood through your lifeless veins.
it pushes you forward
towards emptiness, a dark and lonely end.
it's your own personal path to hell.
but when you've passed the gates it does not follow you.
it marches on, everyone hears
it marches on, no one is safe.
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Phasm
03:21
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i still recall the first time i ever saw her face.
she was standing all alone in the light of dark events, wearing her black dress.
her long blonde hair shimmered in the contrast.
i can still feel my heart beating and the heat of the blood,
rushing into my head that first time she ever looked at me.
but in the blink of an eye, she was gone.
will i ever see that light again?
i am forever captured in those endless cold nights
i am forever staggering through my nightmares
always searching, always hoping, always wishing to find her again.
daylight kisses my pale skin for the first time ever since
i can feel the shadow of her silhouette cold upon my chest.
her grey hair dances the last dance for my solitary heart
as it’s laid to rest
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Morient
05:29
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i’ve been sitting here for ages
daylight shimmers through the dirty windows
another shot, going down easily and smooth
another lit up cigarette
smoke conceals the room
i can barely see what’s next to me
but i can still feel you there
staring at me
calling me home
i know the time will come
when i’ll follow you
and never come back again
since you left our home
i feel nothing but this emptiness in my chest
you were everything and now i am nothing
one last shot going down
burning in my stomach
one last cigarette lit up
aching through my lungs
now you can see my smiling body at the bar
the time i’ll hit the road
to be by your side
again
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