 | Silence | 5:29 |
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figures dance in my bedroom
it's like a rite
blood drips on my cold skin
i hear a voice from the inside
days
of a life
spent in silence
going by
grey sky i see you
i can see every drop
like a soul it falls down
then dies on the ground
rain
falls outside
flows in silence
nature cries
rays
from the sky
reach in silence
my bare eyes
pain
rapes my mind
all is silence
till i die
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 | Vega | 6:47 |
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this could change
this could change
the same words
listen
the same cold sound
this could change
one million
voices
are crying out loud
this could change
no pathway
no chance
no reason why
this could change
this could change
remembrance
ideal
expression failed
this could change
the exploited
the dead
the starving ones
there's no way
this could change
lives on
our silent faith
this could change
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 | 25th hour | 3:01 |
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waiting for something to come
like sand from the hands of the moonrise
swept away till the end of time
knelt alone the riverrun
waiting for something to come
like a stone in silence before christ
thrown away till the end of time
the hands of the clock running over me
leaving the past time
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 | Figure dance | 4:43 |
 | Sequences | 5:49 |
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smiles are fading but the void remains
all points disappear from the line
glaring eyes, burning shrouds
praise to the characterless man
searching for the open-closed door
searching for the green in a black box
children play
they turn around the game
getting used to their prison cells
to much clear to believe
decline of the individual
searching for the open-closed door
searching for the green
he says: "a lifeless life fades my sequences"
a hollow cube no way in
nothing has never been
eyes close light flows
this is what i chose
searching for the open-closed door
searching for the green in a bright cube
he says: "a lifeless life shades my sequences"
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 | Plastic age | 4:59 |
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what is left of our lives
only lies
planning of the embryos
profit grows
standing bowed on their graves
media slaves
analized, classified, bloodshot eyes
the plastic age
changed my face
plastic face
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 | Networks | 3:06 |
 | Atmosphere in the cube | 6:52 |
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do what i say
in this pure day
do what i do
atmosphere in the cube
if you take this wave
your wish will faint
it will take away
your dreams, your worn age
a blue-shaped bird
conceals the truth
i loved in vain
i'm going insane
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