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Contact
02:08
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A new form
Struggling to be born
Who will usher it in to its throne
Reality collapse
The extension of man
This beginning knows every part of its end
The line
Has it been crossed
What makes us real
Tortured and tossed
First contact
Digging the hole
This is a battle we’ve already lost
The Line
It has been crossed
What makes us human
Tortured and tossed
Final contact
Extinction of man
This beginning always knew its fucking end
Rewiring of the mind
Cell by cell
Who fears today
Simulation of consciousness
His rites to pay
Sungalirity out of scale
His rites to pay
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Burning Pyre
02:02
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You’ve mastered the game
For I cannot see
If I am the monster
I’m made out to be
Twisting all truths
You take what you need
Pace yourself
I’ve got more blood to bleed
You’ll die on this hill
And I’ll die on mine
You’ve made it clear
That our steps will never rhyme
Moving the scale
Of what’s wrong and what’s right
Reproducing the things
That you set out to fight
Transgression of rules
You don’t know what you need
I don’t give a shit
I’ve got more blood to bleed
So be yourself
By yourself
And stay away from me
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3. |
Locked In
02:48
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Would it have been worth the fucking while
To not have bitten off the matter with a smile
I never said I could, I can or I will
There’s no ounce of reality in my head left to kill
Can’t see beyond the veil
Facing indifference while all things crumble and fail
There is no virtue if there is no sin
How universal is the craving
The drug of dreams against the agony of living
Fleeing the moments not seized and not felt
To escape the many givens of the self
Can’t see beyond the veil
Facing indifference while all things crumble and fail
There is no virtue if there is no sin
My eyes bound with night are locking me in
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4. |
Dying Beat 24
02:48
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As from the smoke
Is freed the blaze
They‘re gonna try to crush our ways
But can’t keep up the pace
We’ve pulled it tight
And put our madness to work
All of our ambitions and the chance to return
We’ve given to the dirt
We’ve come to terms
with being called dead meat
Marching to a dying beat
This trying urge
with which we cannot part
It still lingers in our stricken hearts
They’ll turn on us
Within the blink of an eye
Alienated from the rest of the flock
But we’ll get by
As from the smoke
Is freed the blaze
They‘re gonna try to crush our ways
But can’t keep up the pace
So take our hand and you will see
The signs and wonders of our prophecy
Our strings of fate
Minds curved and bent
The trumps we play
when we deal our hand
What we do does not glitter
We wander and still we are lost
But the old that is true does not wither
Deep roots are not reached by the frost
Words of redemption come too late
For we're thriving on their burning hate
No label can define our claim
Get in line if you want to join our game
Marching to a dying beat
We’re marching to a dying beat
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Sacrosanct
02:03
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They don’t grant you a living
So they push you to the edge
No longer a burden
When you’re giving up your breath
Set up
Boxed in
With no turns to take
You're denied prosperity
all what’s left is the grave
Used up
Spit out
until nothing’s left
Assisted poverty
Exhibition of sorrow
You became a steed too expensive to keep
A funeral march in procession
Corporate killing of the weak
Set up
Boxed in
With no turns to take
You're denied prosperity
all what’s left is the grave
Used up
Spit out
until nothing’s left
Assisted poverty and assisted death
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6. |
Life Disintegrated
02:06
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Our wars are won when the fighting’s done
The sadness comes with the setting sun
And when the sadness wins, the madness pours
Life disintegrated
Runs its course
We’re giving birth
Astride a grave
And life will never pay
The longings of the day
Our wars are won when the fighting’s done
The anger comes with the rising sun
What else has died, all the hints we take
To look and find but to seek to make
No change
We’re giving birth
Astride a grave
And life will never pay
The longings of the day
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