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Ceiling Death
06:01
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We've burned the bridge as always, denying the traces of our kind
Regressive pattern, the only way to feel alive
Locked inside this room, but doors shall open real soon
It just takes a push, it takes a push
One last cold kiss in this white stained night
Outside the world is burning, no need to face its blight
This is how dreams are made, a blend of love and hate
The blink of an eye and a dose of daze
Within the night, ceiling death
All broken hearts crave for rest
I saw your figure running away from the muted crowd
Upon your shoulders the weight of it all
How long should we dance? Our joy transmuted in trance
But it won't last forever
One last cold kiss in this white stained night
Outside the world is burning, no need to face its blight
This is how dreams are made, a blend of love and hate
The blink of an eye and a taste of daze
Within the night, ceiling death
All broken hearts crave for rest
(I always knew it was a goodbye
The sleep by rope or knife)
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What the Moon Brings
04:22
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Come and gaze upon this shore, along the nameless sea
What unseen horrors crawl under its bed?
I ran across the shore, crushing flowers in their sleep
With fear of the dead faces and the unknown things
Baleful bridges
Grotesque paths to walk
Ancient shapes
Eikons of basalt
Oh, how I hate the moon and all the concern she brings
Spreading its putrid light over these cursed streams
And when the ebb tide exposes what is beneath
Reveling sickly awes and scenes that should not be
I know it must be wrong, some sort of ailing dream
Drowning my reason in the opiate night-wind
Baleful bridges
Grotesque paths to walk
Ancient shapes
Eikons of basalt
Oh, how I hate the moon and all the concern she brings
Spreading its putrid light over these cursed streams
And when the ebb tide exposes what is beneath
Upon the world's dead the sea-worms feast
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Chemical awareness casts a shiver on my spine
Promises of pleasure, of a sadistic kind of love
Trapped at these feet that step on broken dreams
Everlasting dancefloor ignites the taste of greed
All those pleasant nights of lust and suffering
The sweat of life splashes over us
Let the demons feed
Bodies ablaze with the fevers of the night
Sinchronized desire weakens the sense of time
Trapped at these feet, this hole of lechery
Neverending impulse explodes and keeps the steam
All those pleasant nights of lust and suffering
The sweat of life splashes over us
Let the demons feed.
Let them swallow it up.
Let them breed inside.
Let them feast on filth.
Cold black water, it's ours to contemplate
Let's keep it quiet, mind the sleeping goddess
Upon love's altar I offer these signs
All the pleasures come as we die
Bodies ablaze with the fevers of the night
Choke me with your greatness, nothing tastes alike
Trapped at these feet that step on broken dreams
Everlasting dancefloor ignites the taste of greed
All those pleasant nights of lust and suffering
The sweat of life splashes over us
Let the demons feed
Let them swallow it up
Let them breed inside
Let them feast on filth
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How Fools Love
02:42
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Sinless souls in a broken world
Whiplashes from above
Captive minds of the End
Electric sense of grief, shouldn't die but cannot live
Tamed by some stupid choice, the punishment of the cult
But the flesh wants to rejoice
Your Will is buried, overwhelmed by the guilt inside
Wishing to never be untied
Denying the Scarlet Whore
Wasting life with Christian love
Whiplashes from above
Slaves yearn for a virgin hope
Whiplashes from above
The craven begs to feel again
Just a glimpse of pure delight, just the taste of the endless night
Tamed by some stupid choice, the punishment of the cult
But the flesh wants to rejoice
Your Will is buried, overwhelmed by the guilt inside
Wishing to never be untied
Denying the Scarlet Whore
Wasting life with Christian love
Whiplashes from above
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The Loved Dead (Outro)
02:16
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“In a place that kills you in every single moment,
surviving is an act of vengeance...” (Samuel Garrido, 2018)
Into the darkness, spread around
I see no one but you
We’ve been talking for so long, and it seems like forever
Gargantuan spaces among our lives
Slowly filling our longing with cold
We’ve been talking for so long, and it seems like forever
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