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Transcend the Acheron
03:15
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From the depths, try ascend
Cleanse your soul, cross the gate
Darkness defeats, abort, rape the day
Convert all your sorrow to a state of grace
Youβre not worth
A soul condemned to hell
Crash down the gates
Color of mourning
Cracked in the shape of a cross
Too bright for sight to sustain
Wash these wounds
Salvage your life
βBehold the handmaid of the Lordβ
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Polar Aftermath
03:31
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Backslide, fall from grace
Deprave and die on vine
Returning home at the very bottom
Replicate the failures
Tune in on dead mates
Let silence ring such as
The cold harshness of being wrong
Throughout your entire life
Words engraved but
They donβt make any sense
Anymore, yet they resound
When days decline, when lights give up
Slowly you will go with the flow
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That Which Does Not Live
02:30
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Time is fleeting
We changed so much
I donβt want to recall
At the edge of a rope
Humans born to be exempt from pain
Sad they get damaged
Hopeless, they will get damaged
The wretched will feed
Feed on my soul
And those around myself
Sad they get damaged
Sad they get damaged - I know they will
In a purpose of resonances
Eternity is a fake
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House of the Departed
03:48
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Shutting down vs. crashing out
In this darkness you call bliss
When not setting up strategies
Against the world
Back from isolation, a quarantine
Never allowed, never again
Introducing the ruin
To get out safe
Despite the world
Despise the world
For anyone enclosed within four walls
Eventually loses the ability to
Connect ideas with words
Selective mutism raised on purpose
Bearing somewhat of a light
In this darkness you call bliss
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Down Syndrome
03:00
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I try to lower myself
In order to feel what you felt
When life failed it all
Sadness, always sadness bows
Kill your heroes and stab yourself
I attempted quite a few times
Eyes that saw too much pain
Are not used to see anything else
When it comes to suffering
I will be right in line
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Roads To Gehenna
03:16
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There will be no last call
This will be no hard toil
Getting rid of this all
Bury the burden tonight
(For it sickens me right now)
Falling down the edge of sanity
Once more speaking silent
Yet I have so much to say
Disgust working like a well-oiled machinery
I am not depending on you
I am not, and I feel so tired
And you act like bad medicine
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Walls of Dis
03:41
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You will not, never know
Praise your name, no more now
Sin of pride, blood afire
With envy, eyes shut wide
Weighed down by death
Grounds youβve sunk in
Way down
Gone, repressed, erased
There is no heavenβs gate
Lamb of God
Have mercy upon us
Last rites for those condemned
βO Lord, open my lips
And my mouth shall praiseβ
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Timeworn and tragic
A blaze in your blemished face
React, hark back, decline, you selfish whore
Return to an earlier less developed state
You selfish whore
All the ironic revert back
Are looking so fake
That it hurts like a stab in the back
Not to say this grin is getting old
You never belonged to me
So many years later
It would be ugly so you say
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Safe in Gods Care
04:06
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Through your eyes I learnt how to scorn
To hell and back, so many times
Pretty much a silent scream
So many times, much like silently ending
To hell and back
Worn bag of hopes, vanishing
A toxic trip, a painful dose
Hope as a bottle of pills
Vanishing, a toxic trip, a painful dose
No.
Love, artificial, shallow
Sadly nothing is eternal
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