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End of the Rope
03:47
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Freezing sunrise on an empty shell
Numb, sore throat, aching brain
Altered senses in the course of an aborted atonement
Crawling through the misery that surrounds you
Hopelessly trying to absolve from the sins in you
A foreclosed reconciliation with the divine
A pile of worn bones in meaningless motion
Begging, crying for a piece of mercy
This might be the last time youβre playing dead
If in death there is a rebirth, why are you afraid
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Darkest Light
03:11
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Donβt be judge, donβt condemn,
Words of fictitious wisdom coming out of a bastard mouth
Sermonize, twist the knife again
Tell me when you plan on practicing what you preach
Bastard son, spawned by deceit
Bloodsucking vermin, stillborn in the mind
Not realizing death had invaded your cells
Until the body spoke, painfully, endlessly
(Long is the path to salvation)
Abandoned by your peers, obviously, endlessly
Embedded within walls made of lead
Descending alone at full dark, alone.
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Into the Hearse
03:28
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You symbolize life in its most abject form
Darkness bred not on purpose but by cowardice
In the twinkling of an eye you sentenced me to death
Thought I would not find out, hoped to get out safe
Story of your life in sum, deplorable
I have been biting my tongue for long
Silently sitting (in the dark) waiting my turn
When the bones crack when lungs puncture
Life finally comes to an end, a well-deserved gift
Passing away like a handful of empty promises
Your self-esteem being what kills you now
You are nothing
You deserved nothing.
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No Life Here
03:07
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A lifetime in the void, not in human form
Almost bearing the weight of the world
But your face is raped by time,
(Neither) circumstances nor excuses now
You were not yourself, only motivated by fear
You sucked my blood, emptied me out
There is no excuse
You wallowed in sickness a lifetime
Started to dig the smell of your own manure
A mouth filled with lies
The dark night of your soul is a fake
Youβll never release your soul
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Horror and Aftermath
02:28
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Blessed are the sick so you shall be
A false perception, twisted from day one
While we were lying down
Slowly you cut our wrists
Claiming weβd live again
Coward, sucker, lowlife, abuser
As many names as you bear
This is you this is what you are
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Not Enough to Harm
03:52
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In need to escape this bed of grief
You asked for a quick release
(I) be the one to carry you out
Make you breathe out all life
Through me youβll pass among the lost
But I am the one who lost all hope
Abandoned (all faith), when entering here
In a cold interval, eyelids collide
Fingers pressing, short breathing
Hand in hand towards the end
Slumber versus unrest
Sullen eyes, dark and silent,
As your soul entered the gates
I left a part of mine in there
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Life has got to give at times
Dozens of years waiting for death
Somewhat begging for death
When you blessed us, we begun to choke
And the whole room was only filled with pain
And sadness
Here darkness has overcome the light
In the hour of death there is no redemption
No radiance, no deliverance
Great delusion equivalent to your treason
Stammer here and there, seek absolution in vain
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Home for the Dead
03:27
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Descent Into Madness
04:06
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Return was poison-like, long road of misery
Anxiety taking over, abruptly, violently
Easy ways to earn redemption cannot work like this
Great depression in the grip of winter
Death everywhere, in every house,
In every mouth, in our hearts, in our hands
Next thing you know is going down under,
Depress some more, turn on the light.
Try finding life while passing out
Nobody is there, nobody cares.
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