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New Skin
01:20
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And when my legs hurt, I won’t stop, and when my arms hurt, I won’t stop, only when even my throat is ruined and I’m coughing blood, only when I see your eyes wet from recognising the pain, only then will I be able but even then I won’t.
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Cicatrix
01:46
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And all those scars, proof of a life worthily lived, my aching hands, my aching legs, the price I had to pay to keep my sanity, the screams tearing my throat apart, but there is no other way when you have things to say. Μόνο έτσι έχω μάθει να ζω, με το κεφάλι όρθιο.
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How We Make It Through
01:28
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Why are we clinging on words that mean nothing to us? In love with the promises of our childhood that were proven false. We all try to change but no-one tries to create. Forget what you knew and feel something new. Ideals forced on us, words that mean nothing.
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Stay Down
01:38
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I throw myself in the snake pit, to trade our skins, to drink the poison, to numb the pain, to stare at the kid I once was. I throw myself to the ground to caress the mud, the mud made from my tears. I stay down. Raised my hands and got burned by the sun, but now I know that the hands that will lift me up are my own. That the hands that will lift me up are my own.
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Violent Grip
03:20
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The knot is tied hard enough for me to know that it won’t go away soon, a violent grip of the regrets I swallowed, a violent grip of what you wanted me to be. How come I hurt others, what else is there for me to be? A scream that stays silent, a wish hidden in the deep. Why are my chains the sweetest burden, how come loneliness is the only freedom?
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Tick
01:11
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Tock
02:08
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Πόσο ακόμα θα αντέξεις αυτή τη σκλαβιά που σου έχει η επιβάλλει η κυριαρχία του ρολογιού, πόσο ακόμα; Νιώθεις θηλιά περασμένη στο λαιμό, κάθε λεπτό κλωτσιά στα πλευρά, τικ-τοκ-τικ-τοκ ο χρόνος περνά, νιώθεις θηλιά περασμένη στο λαιμό.
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Life As A 60 Bpm Beat
01:37
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Μη με πεις χορευτή στο τέμπο των 60, μη με πεις εραστή μιας νεκρής αυγής. Τα σκουπίδια σου τα έκανα χαμόγελο, το θόρυβο σου μελωδία, μόνο όταν απομακρύνθηκα από τον ήλιο σου κατάλαβα τη βρωμιά της καθαρότητας σου. Αγκάλιασα τις αποκλίσεις της νόρμας σου για να δεις τι θα πει να μην αγαπάς μονάχα τον εαυτό σου.
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Small Man
01:40
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How can I be smiling with your misery, how can I be taking pride in your tears? How small a man I am, rooting for your pain, how small a man I am, crying over your happiness? Loneliness is the prize of being an egocentric fuck. A lone cup of teat waiting to get cold, cause I never wanted anything to be right.
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At War With Myself
01:52
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At war with myself. A race, I can’t win this race. Jealous of what life didn’t give me, trying to prove myself worthy. To hell with this, let the wind blow, let my actions speak from now on.
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Mavro Gala Athens, Greece
This is an effort to scream for what was promised;
an effort to scream for what was proven a fraud;
an effort to scream altogether.
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