1. |
Go Figure
02:28
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it was me who scared your eyes
it was me who burnt your tips
it was you who shut down all the doors
it was me there on your threshold
it was you leaving me there
it was me – constricted your little ways
it's on you to amplify
the angst within you
it's on you to amplify yourself
disfigure it out it might get ugly
guess what? it might be yours
this figure – all black and white and worn
go figure!
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2. |
Cocoon
03:56
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uptight colours, trifling with my guts
the buildings high, spreading until I burst
looking for a pair of eyes, stoned
the feelings slow, the tiny faces petrified
running home, spinning in, safe
come in, disturb, get me used to the mess outside
the great accumulation of nothing
feels so far yet hits me hard, locks me in
tidy up, you're uptight, tied up in tides
wind up, unwind your pupa
cocoon
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3. |
Antidote
06:08
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I'm running but my feet don't touch the ground
I'm screaming but my words don't make a sound
I'm crying but my tears don't see the light
I'm looking at you but your eyes don't reflect the spark
I'm tumbling but reproach keeps coming up
I'm rumbling but the rage is turning in
I'm lonely but no hands are reachin' out
I'm looking at you but your eyes don't reflect the spark
and it's so dark and numb and - still - in this snake pit of a head
I'm running out of antidote
I'm running out
transforming is the way to cope
I’m running out
and behind a thousand walls there is the world
behind a thousand walls there is the world
a thousand barriers and the world
inhibitions and the world
and the world?!
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4. |
Viscosity
03:13
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viscosity of blood
unable to conduct
all decisions stuck
viscosity of blood
so cold, I feel like muck
all decisions stuck
the viscosity of blood
don´t know whom to blame
all decisions stuck
all my face turned blue
standing there with you
choking on everything
I´d like to say to you
crawling up the bleak
it´s not easy being green
unable to control
we rush into commotion
crawling up the bleak
it´s not easy being green
not bearing our thoughts
we rush into commotion
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5. |
No Matter
03:49
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seized by a conveyer line of thoughts
we live in a stimulus factory
I’m losing my home in schizotopia
two worlds distract my mind
The "Messenger always brings bad news"
The Passengers are not easily amused
Digital relations - we better hold our hands
defiled icons - screen me till I mend
directions change, my senses scatter
inceptions waged, perceptions caged
incoming thoughts, nothing's matter
nervous digits, stiffened mind
no matter
I fold you file you fold I file
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6. |
Sun Black Sugar
03:48
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I was in my mind
finding all the bitter places
I did hide
I was out of my mind
seeing all the bitter faces
I did hide
a black treacle - headlessly vivid
I lost myself
cutting it into pieces
I did hurt
I lost myself
throwing it upon some strangers
passing by
do you know the place
where my wounds can scar
do you know the place
where I don't fuel my pain
do you know the place?
a chest to harbor my love
stop, have a break
cause the sun keeps coming up if you stop chasing it
seal the chest
cause the sun keeps coming up if you stop chasing it
keep the key
cause the sun keeps coming up if you stop chasing it
if you stop chasing it
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7. |
Running in Circles
03:06
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stop crashing into this chest
pumpin’ porcelain prone to crack
all the mess you made is true
all the faith you lost is you
the stars are coming down on me
the scars left are all I see
vertigo is holding me down
stepping up the infinite fugue
we run in circles anyway
could be worse, we could wanna stay
feeling far, searching day to day
stunned by the impact of nothing - to happen
spinning top, steep drop, spinning top, don't stop
we are all chased away
we are all snatching tails
standstill is the breeding ground of fear
could be worse, we could show our tears
could be worse...
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8. |
Blue Fall
05:59
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all goes on and nothing stays the same, same, same
fall goes on and marching hate remains, gains, blames
empathetic sobriety, hysteria in a cage
smart clones, rationally insane - vain, stained in blue
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9. |
Stigma
03:49
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a bare scene, a van, a trailer
a withered valley out in the sticks
there by the rivulet he was left
to fly into the great sea
she went on, spinning forth
her pinwheel of petty problems
don't look back - they say
unless it is in love
I'd love to know your origin - the cradle of your scars
your vast loss, your stigma - decorating you with past
your great blue ornament - it makes you feel so
real, so moving, so soothing
Your roots are stigmas
Your past's a stigma
Your scars are stigmas
beautiful stigmas
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