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Cremental
02:30
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CREMENTAL
could you still wake up
Knowing that the hourglass
Will never be inverted
Those seconds are forever gone
How can you face yourself
When your pride have been perverted by your daily gloom
and when the night fall
the worst is yet to come
no place left to rest
no home
silence is senselessly killed
buried passion unfulfiled
a sanitized path only to pay the bill
the road's flat but your the fool on the hill
staring at the ceilling with remorse in your sight
only deathwish whispers to kiss you goodnight
projected happiness
to get around the tears
but all you wanted was
to get around your fears
a dream born at the wrong place
trying to grow without enough space
a rising stress you refuse to face
though you took the right path but got lost in a maze
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2. |
Unravel my Toughts
03:07
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UNRAVEL MY THOUGHTS
Cold wind hit the back of my head
I now feel the pressure of my nothingness
seizure of absurdity the wind
get colder and colder my cheek get numb
the void dig in the deepest part of my soul
and it's ripping me appart
a brief moment of doubt to retear the wound
I'm the uncrowned king of my sanity
The curtain of my failures falls before my will to succeed
it's getting colder behind the veil
the veil of my deepest fear
prey to my twisted thought
a constant threat that lies within my mind
numd and depersonnalized lost between the fragment of myself
deeper and deeper my grip slowly slips
I'm loosing the last ground where i feel safe
I'm invaded
Invaded by irrationnal fear
coming from an unknown part of my mind
you leave me naked toward my
will to self destruct
I'll rise the white flag and fade away
or end it all, be eternaly fixed
cornered against two options to get out i felt
the wind switches side
staring at a bottle and a rope
none of them to set me free
unravel the nod in my rope
three x's on my tools to fade
i'll warmth the wind and fill the void
i'm done been a slave to myself
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3. |
Ecocide
03:29
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ECOCIDE
When we'll pave the last strech of green
and shaved the last three that stand
and our greed defiled the last untouched land
it will be too late to shut the machine
'Cause we wished for so long that money grow in the trees
and forgot the leaves produce the air that we bread
all four elements have been branded
we took everything for granted
we took everything, everything for fuckin' granted
we built a throne
created our king
an unsustainable system
endless economic growth
a permanent war against the wild life
a sixth mass intinction
all in the name of profit
but they still deny that we're past the limit
a blindspot for those who benefit
2-3-4 this is the rhythm of the steps of your dance
you can call it green
call it fuckin' sustainable
show me how you choreographed the steps of the apocalypse
you concealed our hope in your cage
unsharpened the teeth of our rage
get near me for one last dance
while we're falling together in the void
2-3-4
heres the rhythm
for the steps of your dance
don't think it's safe to stand near someone whose got nothing to loose
i want to see your dreams vanish in the emptiness of your soul
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4. |
Egocide
05:01
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EGOCIDE
nothing to lose everything to win
our time is up, our chance's getting thin
a slight glance behind to learn from the past
quick breaches of hope but it never lasted
a tear in the madness of our ways
that sparks the faith to see better days
an uncertain version of the world
lay somewere in this chaotic whirled
ideals crushed by reality
no shortcut to bypass humanity
Are we ready to make the distance
on the unsure path of resistance
force our way into the unknown
and make this world our own
freedom come with a cost
no warmth no unity only ink on a page
an horizon that can't fill our dream an illusionnal sunset
inflated ego, soaked in unreachable concept
prayers for slogans, blinded faith in any remedy we can get
a balm on on our tortured soul
healing injuries we tried so hard to forget
sinners for traitors same dogmas distincted color
can't built a masterpiece of empathy out of a pile of apathy
no warmth no unity only ink on a page
standing on the edge of myself
dry with nothing left to be burn
i gave it all with nothing to earn
only the pain with no lesson learned
every bridge built or hand lay at me
every empty lies about setting us free
was only to sale me a crooked version of what we could be
traded sanity for solidarity
dug a hole cause i thought our dream were reachable
looked throught this mess from every angle
seeked for corners in a circle
and when i look in the depth of your tortured eye
i can only see a disgusting reflection of myself
in an unreachable version of us
freedom became a state of mind
can break our chains so we make them amples
but how do we heal the wounds around our ankles
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