1. |
Dogma, Pt. I
01:25
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In this world of madness where people topple the door
they overthrow the children, the wanders, all of you
Hands in the night, out of people's sight
no final fear approach, you cannot help your thoughts
Sit upon your throne and rise
Ahead, upon your head, the colony, let it roll
I'll warm your throne as I'll rise myself
A god will be the end
His steps already soft all are they, yes, my thoughts
Now I hear a song
I'm lying to my soul
and I cannot know what's right or wrong
sit upon this throne
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2. |
Of Men and Myths, Pt. I
04:39
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Days are just
The winding road
That numbs your heart and
Tears you apart from this world
Fight the drive to think,
To conquer truth only by force of will
Blind to what could have been,
We measure life for what it turned to be
Keen to memorize,
Some kind of meaning we can recognize
Ill and paralyzed,
We fake to seek the strength to sober up
Don't know for what is worth
Yet I'm still your brother
Despite of what we have done
Of how we hurt each other
Wish there was more to do
Than accept our weakness
Than acknowledge the pain in you
Than to pray that it won't get harder
Leave behind the shores of your memory
Feel the river's cold
let it cleanse your soul as you're drowning
Do not yearn for soil
Leave behind the shores of your memory
Feel the river's cold
let it cleanse your soul as you're drowning
Do not yearn for soil
Trails of time
What we left behind?
Days gone by
Linger through my mind
I step into the quicksands
The more I move the more I dive
As something known beforehand
I lose myself within the strive
I fail to find a reason
For which I should not get defined
By all my calculations
By my own instinct to survive
Ain’t it clear?
Ain’t it clear?
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3. |
Paragon
01:59
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You know you’re right, that I have tried
To join the dots, to strip the plot
To lose track of what once I thought
To be as real as it might feel
What you expect me to describe?
What you need me to decide?
Just stare deep into my eyes
Can’t you see that I’ve gone blind
Am I acting like a child?
Who can’t help but mystify
What he fails to justify
What he won’t dare to defy
For I was not who held the spear
For I was not who stroked the deal
For I was not the first to kneel
For I was not too numb to feel
For I have seeked against my will
One inch too deep under your skin
For I have seen what hides within
This drive to kill who you have been
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4. |
Dogma, Pt. II
06:41
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There is beauty in this lack of certainty
There is truth in these shades of subtlety
There is peace in these threats of unity
There is faith in this vague geometry
All you said was please follow me to war
Do not ask which side are we fighting for
March through plains that shall hear the fire roar
Hide your pain you won't need it anymore
Why should this mean a thing to me?
Why should this mean a thing to me?
You suppressed any sign of dissidence
Never cared about truth and consequence
I was there when you shot the innocent
Heard you say that it was irrelevant
Hunt your pray, there's no need to hesitate
Do not wait, loose your hounds upon my trail
Call for aid, for I know they're bound to fail
Feel the rage that is poisoning your veins
Why should this mean a thing to me?
Why should this mean a thing to me?
Why should this mean a thing to me?
Why should this mean a thing to me?
See the damage done
Seek a way to atone
See the damage done
Seek a way to atone
I can’t see the moon shining
with all of this dense fog
Icy wind, old road station,
burning van all alone
Different points of views
Strong dogmas are crashing down
Increasingly distant dreams
No regrets, but don’t come back
Take this skeptical
Highly unethical
Sympathetical
Theoretical
Unaesthetical
Empathetical
Unacceptable
Hypothetical
Apology
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5. |
Dogma, Pt. III
03:00
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I fail to see
The complicity
The simplicity
Some reciprocity
Ditched upon the road
Far beyond repair
Walking through the grove
Leaves caught in your hair as I'm bleeding
Eager to believe
That I had enough
You want me to be
All that I am not,
Don't you fucker?
Easily surprised
Hoping to forget
Glad to be alive
Waiting for the end of an era
Blacker than the night
Facing who we are
Knowing that I’m right
Counting off the scars that you left on me
Free me from thee
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6. |
Omen
02:42
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Thoughts that I fail to unwind
All it remains of me is just
Expecting you to arrive
It’s only fair to ask if I’m
Simply losing my mind
As after years apart now our
Teeth begin to collide
We’re signals merging
In to the AM band
weightless conscience
fogetting who they were
unsolved equations
that who could understand
just permutations
or means without an end
Bare as the stars that
Saw you walk through the
Trembling pines of your
Youthful nights just to
Make me wiser
Than any other man
To bring your laughter
And shield me from regret
If I get lost in your night stay with me
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7. |
God In The Machine
04:54
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What did you expect
What would you accept
Who will you accuse
Who will you excuse
All you used to be
Now it’s seen as mediocrity
Overtaken by idolatry
Of whoever hides in the Machine contemplating
How I erase what you thoguht to be eternal
Watch me destroy any hope of its returnal
It won’t give up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
It won’t shut up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
It won’t give up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
It won’t give up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
It won’t give up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
It won’t give up until I’m dead
This fucking voice in my head
Keep on scrolling on that
Screen that seems to feed you
With all your questions answered
As long as you agree to (won’t you?)
Ease your expectations
Rewrite your motivations (and just)
Accept my computation
As godsent revelations (ain’t them?)
There’s a voice in the Machine
There’s a ghost in the Machine
There’s a god in the Machine
There’s a voice in the Machine
There’s a ghost in the Machine
There’s a god in the Machine
There’s a voice in the Machine
There’s a god in the Machine
There’s a ghost in the Machine
There’s a god in the Machine
There’s a god in the machine
There’s a god in the Machine
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8. |
Of Men and Myths, Pt. II
02:27
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If you’d finally see the world
As it was meant to be
Would it make sense to thee?
Would it set your faith to reel?
Sisifus looks so tired
Yet this rock must be dragged
Sisifus looks so tired
Yet his rock must be dragged
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LAGUNA are Pol, Joan and Pekiss.
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