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Stairs
04:02
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STAIRS
Going down the stairs of sorrow
My body is the only light
Step by step
I can't see the end.
Walking down, down
Breaking rat skeletons
There are no walls around
Only stairs,
Step by Step,
That never end.
Breaking flying mirrors
A thousand pieces of me
A thousand faces
rolling down, rolling down
Step by step
I can’t see the end
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2. |
Boiling Rain
03:30
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BOILING RAIN
The day has come
When human beings stand
Naked,
With broken necks
Looking at a red sky
With open arms,
And big white eyes,
Waiting for the boiling rain.
A scream,
Hysterical dance of dead children.
It’s the signal to receive the cure
And the sky starts crying
Hot tears
And Everyone laughs
The boiling rain burns us
And Everyone laughs
The flesh melts with the hot mud
Leaving the Earth covered in bones
Hysterical dance of dead children
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3. |
Forbidden Talks
04:09
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FORBIDDEN TALKS
Cornered,
Closed mouths,
Persecuted,
Imprisoned,
This is the way of living here,
Throughout the forests,
Spreads the soul of liberty,
Throughout the cities,
The soul of disobedience,
An orgy of forbidden talks
Floods the air with rage of freedom.
Whispering to the weak,
Who walk like zombies,
Surgery of reason,
To kill with conservative lobotomy,
Surgery of reason.
Pulling off deep emotions
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4. |
Insanity Bites Wisdom
04:18
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INSANITY BITES WISDOM
I dare not lay down
where the cemetery trees grow
I wish to conquer sadness
with a poisoned piece of you.
Blowing out fire breath,
seeing a shadow of my past
all through fields of thorns
I scrape the skin off my hands.
Madness is but a puff of freedom
Such a long trip to heaven
Insanity bites wisdom
Born in dungeons,
my mind escapes from me
dripping blood as winter rain
The crumbs of hope that you offer me.
Headed to war against our fears
that’s the irony.
It’s time to murder whispers
Shake and tell me, the truth
Madness is but a puff of freedom
Such a long trip to heaven
Insanity bites wisdom
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5. |
Fresh flesh
03:28
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FRESH FLESH
In this basement
The floor is covered
in our blood.
I’m crawling
to the end of the room
Far from the door
They come, cut and go.
Yesterday they took my legs.
Here it’s too cold
Mutilated bodies all around .
Yesterday they took my arms
It’s too cold
Death all around.
No one wants to die
This feeling keeps our flesh fresh.
No one wants to die
Hope keeps our flesh fresh.
In this basement
Torn muscles
Decorate the place
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6. |
Slowly Swings
02:54
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SLOWLY SWINGS
The path is the reason
I put my shoulder under your head
There’s a lump in his throat.
Something slowly swings under the snow
They burned the recipe for eternal life
We wander as hungry as orphans
Holding each other’s hands
Feeling the snow eating us.
We don't care about the end
A black cloud hangs over our prayers
It slowly swings
Under the snow
It slowly swings
Under the snow
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Harpies
03:29
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HARPIES
Stand back, dear chosen,
Stand back, little angel,
Diving and dying
In the black sea of repentance
Screams bloom in her flags
I stay safe on my crazy side
I plead guilty of not killing myself
I carry this cross everyday
My god has always been Time
Leave my head,
imaginary friend,
Release my spirit
Now it’s my turn to play.
I can hear the harpies wailing in the mist,
I can hear them when you scream at me
Stabs of love
I feel sick when I hear your voice
I plead guilty of not killing myself
I carry this cross everyday
I plead guilty of not killing myself
I carry this cross everyday
Screams bloom in her flags
I stay safe on my crazy side
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8. |
Upon The Grave
03:23
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UPON THE GRAVE
All that remains
Is to cry till you drown
Upon the grave
I sleep beneath the grey tree
Suckling on the witch’s teat
I leap over the graves
In the place I was buried.
All that remains
Is to cry till you drown
Upon the grave
You recall our youth,
Spirit of lust.
A shovel in my hands
And seven holes to dig.
I climb the mountain of knowledge
But I sink in bad thoughts
and fall down headless.
All that remains
Is to cry till you drown
Upon the grave
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9. |
No Sense
04:35
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NO SENSE
For many years
She lowered her gaze
She cried in silence
With promises of change.
His blows no longer hurt
His threats do not intimidate her
The words fall apart
In their own sense.
Because there is no sense
For so much pain
Wasting her time
With so much pain.
There is no fear
There is no other life waiting
Watching the days go by
Like sand between her fingers
She closed her hands
And did not let another
Minute go by
Open the windows
Let the light
Of fullness in
The new tears
Will Come from happiness.
Open the windows
Let the light
Of fullness in
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My Own Burial Barcelona, Spain
My Own Burial is a coffin that keeps old mental rags, painted with different shades of black
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Post Punk & Dark Wave mixed where all the music influences from childhood emerge in a particular sound.
Uruguay and Barcelona/Spain
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