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XXXIII
12:33
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Celestial arrows pointed to the sky
Cosmic peaks, remains from another time
Pyramids stand from the beginning to the end
Some kill to glorify them
I can't believe it's only from the human hand
We must kneel in front of them
In front of
These traces from our past
We have forgotten
Will survive to us at last
We won't be forgiven
These traces from our past
Built by ancient civilizations
Predicting our days’ evilization
Guiding us into the darkness
But human kind is under blindness
When the day of Judgement will come
You can always try to pray your false icons
Pray (False)
Pray (Icons)
Predicting our days' evilization
When the day of Judgement will come
You can always try to pray your false icons
On the altar of sacrifices we're already dead
Murdered by our own vices, this comedy ends
Blood will wash our sins
Sun will dry our skin
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歌舞伎 (Kabuki)
06:55
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Look at yourself into the mirror
To drop the mask and kill the hero
Look at yourself into the mirror
To drop the mask and kill the hero
Life is a tragedy, Earth is a theater
Script is in holy books
Such a sad comedy, we have to be actors and it's harder than it looks
Look at yourself into the mirror
To drop the mask and kill the hero
Look at yourself into the mirror
To drop the mask and kill the hero
Your well being weights
The weight of the gaze
Trying to escape
The web as a maze
Tears are to weak
When your irises blaze
We are the sum of our personalities
We were all multiple in the egg
We wear different masks in many sociabilities
But in the end it's a suffering that makes mentally ill
Suffocating under the weight of the others
Your well being weights
The weight of the gaze
Trying to escape
The web as a maze
Tears are to weak
When your irises blaze
Who are you?
Is this you in the mirror?
Is this me or you?
I don't know anymore
Talking to myself
As if we're many more
Voices in my head
Speaking as living corpses
Us becomes the I
Madness in the eyes
All my body cries
When this army rises
Who are you?
Is this you in the mirror?
Is this me or you?
I don't know anymore
Talking to myself
As if we're many more
Kabuki
Who are you? (No one)
Is this you in the mirror? (No one)
Kabuki
Is this me or you? (No one)
I don't know anymore (No one)
Kabuki
Who am I? (No one)
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Thermoclines
09:34
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When in the depths, ocean turns from indigo to ebony
And that your last breath is choking in a deep irony
Is it time to let go? Does it kill your ego?
When you're close to death, and the sea's your grave
Then, alone, you finally face yourself, what can you see?
The water reflects, what you ever reject
Diving into your darkness (Pure)
Water is heartless (Awe)
Desolation and sadness
Face your existence
Numb in chill
You shined for credence
Fade for real
In your black mirror
Vanity shades
Scars and tumors
Fill the vacuum
Pretend you cope
Feed your illusions
Timeless whirlpool
Contemplation's beautiful
Reaching hands toward the shore
Feeling your arms are too short
Swimming like to struggle
There's nobody to handle
Pulled in deep by this anchor
When the light is gone and your eyes are useless
Do you really think it's time for excuses?
When there's no more air to grasp
And no more forgiveness to implore
What can you ask anymore?
Tidal waves shear your body and shred your spirit
Are you really afraid to let 'em finish it?
You've never been so honest, you've never been so clear
Is it the sensation that a flayed must feel?
Suddenly a white glow appears
A reality you must fear
A warmth that seems to protect
Is a comfort you should neglect
If you want to fight for your life
You'd better fight yourself first
Your worst enemy is inside
Your curse is in your mind
If you want to fight for your life
You'd better fight yourself first
Your worst enemy is inside
Your curse is in your mind
You can't pretend to keep yourself alive
If you give up in front of all your lies
With all your strength
Break your own chains
Pain!
Pray!
Vain!
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Schism
09:50
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Life on the edge is a dangerous gamble
But the best way not to be handled
This thought is only the preamble
From a bottle to the sea whose message is scrambled
Realizing it will make you humble
But you will face terrible troubles
It's a waltz between life and death
Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf
A source of light in the depths
A funeral march with Hades
A sad lament to address
To the grim reaper in its pretty dress
Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh?
Do you feel this weight pressing on your chest?
It's a waltz between life and death
Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf
A source of light in the depths
A funeral march with Hades
A sad lament to address
To the grim reaper in its pretty dress
Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh?
Hope is the best way to be disappointed
Death is the only thing that is guaranteed
To be reassured is what you always wanted
It's only the living who let themselves be haunted
Hope is the best way to be disappointed
Death is the only thing that is guaranteed
It's only the living who let themselves be haunted
Ghosts of the past are obstacles to freedom
You must not let yourself be eaten by your demons
Looking back too much we lose the reason
A perpetual restart season after season
Don't let the darkness spread its kingdom
Break your allegiance in a shattering schism
One becomes blind to look through an evil prism
Depression and loneliness are a prison
Break the chains of your submission
Should be your only mission
Like a bird in full ignition
Shying away from one's own condition
Hate weight of pain
You shouldn't be ashamed
Hate weight of pain
You shouldn't be ashamed
Hate weight of pain
Burn everything you always believed in
So as not to become the shadow of yourself
If you don't want to have to be leaving
With the only memory of having been a slave
It's a waltz between life and death
Heard by the blind, seen by the deaf
A source of light in the depths
A funeral march with Hades
A sad lament to address
To the grim reaper in its pretty dress
Do you feel this fire burning under your flesh?
Do you feel this weight pressing on your chest?
Life on the edge is a dangerous gamble
But the best way not to be handled
This thought is only the preamble
From a bottle to the sea whose message is scrambled
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