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Road
03:22
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I’m on the road. The road to my end. The longer I roam, the
closer road gets to the end. Too many ways to tell them apart
Where one ends, the other starts. Stretched throughout the
time and space. All we can see is glowing haze. The road will
show the way. Just take another step. Let’s walk towards entropy.
I’m on the road. The road to my end. Head on! Lock on!
Move on! You cannot change it anyway. The different ways
that lead to only one result. Long, short, no matter what they’re
like. Pick one, it’s yours now, follow it Then meet me on the
other side. I’m on the road. The road to my end. The longer I
roam, the closer road gets to the end. The road will show the
way. Just take another step. Let’s walk towards entropy.
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2. |
Sociopathy
03:29
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The only authority is me. Who I wanna be? It is for me to
decide. I don’t trust you, or anyone who doesn’t prove that he’s
right. I swim against current. I drive on the wrong side.
I don’t need people. They only make things worse. Leave me
with my sociopathy. I don’t need you, or anyone at all.
Sociopathy! I won’t hesitate to defy you. An endless stream of
people will come around me... Take pieces of me. Presumption
of guilt feels right to me. I won’t tolerate society. Leave me
with my sociopathy. I don’t need you, or anyone at all. I
swim against current. I drive on the wrong side. I don’t need
people. They only make things worse. Leave me with my
sociopathy. I don’t need you, or anyone at all. Sociopathy!
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3. |
Tid
02:49
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If I could see more dreams, I’d dream of water slowly flowing
around me. The stream runs away. I try to stop it. But water
passes between my fingers. Time… Time is river. Ever flowing.
Never stopping. Away it flows from me. The farther it goes,
the faster it gets. I cannot get out, it drags me along. Swirling
and smashing me on the rocks. Thrashing and screaming,
I come close to the waterfall and fall. And then awake from
dreams… Time… Time is river. Ever flowing. Never stopping.
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4. |
Escapism
04:28
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Everyone seeks comfort in their imaginary world. Everyone
paints their world in colors that seem right to them. We all
masturbate on our own fantasies. And we don’t give a shit
about. All the different taste of all the different people. Taking
comfort in our imagination. We all see the world in different
colors. I color my world blue. Pink is right for you. Shades of
grey is all she sees. Red blankets his eyes. Someone walks
in glaucous glasses (and find our peace). Someone likes falu
(and find our peace). Everybody have their colors (inside
ourselves we crawl and stare). But clear is not a color (outside
through mirky windows). We all masturbate on our own
fantasies. And we don’t give a shit about. All the different taste
of all the different people. It’s the way we live – escaping reality.
And we don’t give a shit about. How the world really
looks like outside our illusions. All the common things that
we are sharing to each of us are different. We all gonna see.
What we wanna see. We all see what we believe. Inside our
heads we all escape.
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5. |
Laughter
03:21
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You ask me why I’m laughing. I’ll answer right away. I’m
laughing at reality, that I can not escape. I don’t care what
you’re thinking ‘cause I no longer care. It’s better for me to
laugh, then to cry in despair. Not rolling like a hedgehog. Not
barking like a dog. Not killing like a cyborg. Not bathing in
mud like hog. I act like I don’t care. I am here, but I’m nowhere.
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain, I am floating parallel to the earth.
Between two lines, parallel lines, laughing at everything that is
wrong. Not rolling like a hedgehog. Not barking like a dog. I
ask you why you’re frowning, but you’re too mad to talk. You
ask me why I’m running ‘cause I’m afraid to walk!!! Nothing to
lose, nothing to gain, I am floating parallel to the earth.
Between two lines, parallel lines, laughing at everything that
is wrong. I act like I don’t care.
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6. |
Contradictions
04:11
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I’ve found that life is full of things that don’t match. Birth,
death, so close, they can almost touch. And I know it’s life.
I laugh in it’s face. But then, as soon as it turns it’s back to me,
I weep for hours. Some contradictions don’t bother me anymore.
Some contradictions I choose to ignore. I’ve told you this thousand
times before. I love you, but I love to hate you more. I’m
both, defiant and feeble. Nothing stands between me and life.
Except of my cowardice and turpitude. And, after all, life is not
such a bad thing. When it isn’t fucking you over. It can be dealt
with, but it’s a thin line between not giving a fuck and slipping
into madness. I mean, just look at this world: the shit and the
diamonds are all mixed in one fucking cocktail. But it still stinks.
Fuck contradictions… Some contradictions don’t bother me
anymore. Some contradictions I choose to ignore. I’ve told you
this thousand times before. I love you, but I love to hate you more.
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7. |
Panphopia
04:01
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When you’re young, you’re scared of nothing. You look life
straight in her silent eye. And then life hits you over and over. Until
you twitch from every movement. The shadows of fear crawl inside
your mind at night. And start to follow you everywhere.
Around the corner another fear awaits. You come prepared,
covering inside your shell. And then life hits you over and over.
Trying to crack your little casing. You shiver inside, but it holds on.
And no one sees the tears in your eyes. Inner fire. Strong
desires. All the good things get slain by fear.
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8. |
Mess
02:03
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I look down on the street through my window. The weather is
shitty today. Raindrops crawl down the glass. Nothing to do
outside today. Let’s turn on the telly. Oh, crap. There’s nothing
going on. The news are shit all the time. Я, наверно дурак.
Жизнь – бардак. I feel like a fool. All my life is a mess. Ooooh,
it’s getting dark in here. Welcome to my head, young fellows.
Watch your steps. There’re my shattered dreams all over the floor.
I’m a fragmented mind. Living a fragmented life. Feel free
to roam around, but don’t get lost... In dark corridors of my
stupid head. Spiders and mice and dust in the corners. And
skeletons of ones who haven’t fled. Я, наверно дурак.
Жизнь – бардак. I feel like a fool. All my life is a mess.
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9. |
Backbone
04:41
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Kicking me around. Laughing in my face. Spitting in my heart.
Trying to break... Me... Down. I’m not afraid! I have long since
grown a backbone. Beat me, punch me. I’m still standing on my
feet. I am moving forward despite of what you do to me. I am
moving forward despite of what you say to me. You can strip
me down. You can rip my skin. Mock me all you want. I have long
since grown a backbone. Beat me, punch me. I’m still standing on
my feet. Beat me. Punch me. Stab me. Crush me. You are...
Nothing. I have outgrown you. I have long since grown a
backbone. Beat me, punch me. I’m still standing on my feet.
No one break me!
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10. |
Untitled
03:35
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While I write these lines. I got goosebumps on my skin. I’m
scribbling all my life. And my voice is paper-thin. Voice in dark
corridors. Echoes and comes back to greet to me. My fragmented
mind. Is all that’s left for me. In my fragmented life pieces are
all I see. Shards of broken thoughts are biting in my skin. As
I close the door to cut the world from me. Voice in dark corridors.
Echoes and comes back to greet to me. While I write these lines.
The end is almost here. I know I will be fine, but cannot help
but fear. The poem of my life is soon to be complete. And though
I know the name. Untitled it will be...
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11. |
Poem
03:14
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I can not leave untill I write the last lines. Shine on me, old moon,
give me light to see my fingers. My skin wrinkles, my hair turns
white. Hello moon, you old fool. Shining on me in ecstasy. What
do you want, witness my death? I’ll wait ‘till morning. Hello moon,
you old fool. Shining on me in agony. What do you want, witness my death? I’ll wait ‘till morning. I’m a living sculpture under your yellow
light. Insanity of fighting for my life. Fragmented life of disturbed and troubled mind. I’ll take the chance and write the last lines and your light won’t suffice. I’m waiting for the morning to banish you from skies. Until then I’ll be silent, staring back in your old face. You can not control what you can not erase. Hello moon, you old fool. Shining on me in ecstasy. What do you want, witness my death? I’ll wait ‘till morning. Hello moon, you old fool. Shining on me in agony. What do you want, witness my death? I’ll wait ‘till morning. I’m not putting period to this poem:
Здравствуй, Луна. Старая дура! Я в свете тебя живая скульптура.
Я в сердце воткну на несколько строчек Тупую стрелу - обрежу источник. Я вроде б влюблен, да не от кровати. Моих похорон мне смысл не понятен. Хоронит меня моя же натура. На свет бела дня облазает шкура. С плеча до бедра и сердце сжигает немая пора, когда смысл теряет... Забытый пустяк. Становится страшно. Я точно дурак, что, впрочем, неважно. Наслушалась, Желтая! Выпусти пар!
Скажи мне на зло, что я буду стар!
Hello moon, you old fool. Shining on me in ecstasy. What do you want, witness my death? I’ll wait ‘till morning.
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12. |
Dot
04:45
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Instrumental.
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