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Ghost
01:29
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I am ghost.
Do not call.
Do not talk.
Do not touch me.
Ghost
I'm a ghost, stay away.
I'm a ghost, leave me alone.
One day I will return to this life.
I'm a ghost, an invisible shadow.
I'm a ghost, I do not exist.
Ghost.
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Emphasis On Nothing
00:58
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Millions of people attracted by a show.
Attentive to those empty words.
Emphasis on nothing.
Listening to a silent movie.
Is so pointless.
Nothing has never made sense.
A dream for long time failed.
The nightmare we live in.
A soap opera without a plot.
You believe in this deception.
In the heart of the night say goodbye and say goodbye.
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The Heretic Son
01:02
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I am the son of denial
The unwanted child who always rejected the sacraments
I never believed, I always refused.
They call me heretic.
I don't know the truth.
I just chose my heart to draw the path.
They call me heretic.
Don't call me heretic.
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Death is all we have in common.
Everything is getting worse.
I have no words, lack of strength.
Paralyzed by boredom.
Hung and bound with a noose around my neck.
I'm sick. I'm tired.
Youth is slipping away.
They want me old and dumb.
Youth is gone.
They want me old and dumb.
I wait for them to the gallows.
I wait for them to be buried.
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Last Dose
02:24
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A man suffering from phobia and constant paranoia.
Victim, executioner.
Throws down the last pill to abandon all feelings.
Swallows his weakness to look at others in the eyes.
Burns, burns like a human torch.
Violence in his head.
Violence everywhere.
Confusion, delirium, convulsions.
Throws down the last pill.
Creates and destroys, swallows his sickness.
Burns, burns like a human torch.
Creates. Destroys. Burns.
Curled up in a corner, shivering and sweating cold.
Staring in a vacuum, prays to be bold.
Nothing more than a blink before leaving all the prayers behind.
In the dark, in the corner, curled up.
Withered like a rose after the last dose.
Adieu.
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I'm Bored
01:15
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When I was a kid I thought that a flag could scream to the world.
I was sure someone would have listened.
I saw a glimmer, a secret passage to something that existed only in my dreams.
Then my hopes have fallen, strongly torn at the root.
Everything I believed is nothing but dust.
I'm bored to belong.
I'm bored by those empty symbols.
Those words devoid of any meaning,
thrown to the wind as useless slogans.
I'm bored.
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Wasted Generation
01:05
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I'm just appearance.
I'm waste.
I tremble. I cry.
I fall and you die.
Clouded minds, clumsy, blind.
I am the lack of passion.
I am the indifference.
I laugh. I'm tough.
I run. I'm done.
I sing. You swing.
I sink. You sink.
Clouded minds, clumsy, blind.
Trapped in my sick bi-polar body.
Generation of waste.
I am the martyr of an empty generation.
From above the end is near.
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Decay/Survive
00:44
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The birth. The decay.
In between, you're just flesh thrown into the ocean of souls.
Left to rot, left to drown.
Your cries, your moans are worthless.
Your life is worth nothing. Worth nothing.
Born to decay. Suffer to survive.
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9. |
Somebody To Love
01:36
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When the truth is found to be lies
And all the joy within you dies
Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love
When the garden's flowers, baby, are dead
and your mind, your mind is so full of red
Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love
Tears are running, they're all running down your breast
And your friends, they treat you like a guest
Don't you want somebody to love
Don't you need somebody to love
Wouldn't you love somebody to love
You better find somebody to love
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Vicious Cycle
02:14
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Get up in the morning in a world of paranoia.
I fall asleep at night stifled by boredom.
I always hear the same voices say the same words.
Is a cycle, a vicious cycle.
Is a cycle, a never-ending cycle.
Nothing has changed, nothing will change.
Pulled from the womb to a deaf culture,
I learned to walk on the cold stone.
I grew up banging my head against the wall.
I tried in vain to push these walls.
But slowly is approaching the day of surrender.
I feel his breath on my neck.
I have to watch my back.
And before it reaches me, I fall asleep again.
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