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Walls are closing in, your brain is shutting down
Can’t deal with yourself and no one’s left around
Who inspired you to give a fight bound to be lost?
What gave you the strength to die every single night?
Snapshots of your childhood fading, as time passes and you’re getting older
Tragic events and graceful moments, all the things you said you won’t forget
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A2 - Tinnitus
01:57
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We hurt our ears to drumbeats too fast for us to dance
We hurt our ears to screams, we can’t make out the words
We thought tinnitus will hide the bad news
It only gave us one more reason
Not to be able to fall sleep
Such a sweet caress, a friend now lost
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We never asked for calmness
We never asked to be tucked in in quiet times
We shouted over the goodnight songs
We kept on shouting
Never beg again, never beg for water
Will our voices cover the deafening silence?
Caged on your own but the burden is those we loved the most
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A4 - Stains
03:05
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You vanished as I left
You came back as I returned
What brought you back, what made you come again
Was it the cement? Was it the routine? Was it the shit that I’m afraid I will be in?
I know I don’t want the stains, I know I don’t want to be alone
I know I don’t want the stains on my skin
I know I don’t want to be alone, left out by what I called friends as a kid
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It’s getting colder, said a friend
But I can’t recall winter leaving our hearts
Α hug on a mattress on the floor, withered away
As if there was no moment to live, no breath for us to gasp
When intimacy morphs into a prison
A life of no promises seems the way to go on
Affection is dead
Long live the functional self
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Time has come for choices to be made, choices a little less personal
The memories will always be there, Ι know
But they’re not enough to keep the pieces together
Time has come for choices to be made, choices that will lift a burden
No one wanted to admit it was there
I take the knife to cut the rope, the rope that formed a noose, a noose around my throat
A throat now ruined, ruined by words unspoken
A throat free but with a bruise that will be there forever
Words unspoken, sickness greater than mockery
Warmth denied, a value greater than a silent life
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As if myself is something that should be preserved
As my self-inflicted pain
Could ever sweeten the tears you shed
We glorify moments we wish will never come
We keep hurting our bodies
Hoping tonight we'll manage to sleep
Hard labor as self-preservation
As if myself is something that should be preserved
As my self-inflicted pain
Could ever sweeten the tears you shed
I’m sorry I thought this song was about you
But at least I will get to sleep for four hours tonight
And then I am hurting myself again
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B3 - Torn World
04:11
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Savoring our moments of solitude
Wandering in landscapes of aspiration
We are always judgmental
Without embracing ourselves for what we truly are
Meaningless this entity, I cannot feel a thing
I strive to find emotions in this defective breed
The caring, loving honest ones will never stand a chance
The vultures will prevail and they will stay unharmed
The bright ones will never shine within this human swarm
I cannot sleep, I cannot breathe, all dreams collapse at once
The time has passed, the windows broke and now I have to flee
I have to find a way out of this, a way to feel free
No, nothing for this world, nothing for us
Nothing that matters and nothing that lasts
This world is torn now, all love is lost
Still you can stand your ground, but for what cause?
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B4 - Ruination
03:03
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Ruination, a new way to construct
Rust, mold, sloth, abandonment
Harassing nature and all living creatures
An art that flourished in a decaying world
You choose what you do, you choose your heritage
What you rip and what you sow and what you leave behind
Mother, my condolences for the son you've raised
It’s easier to stay a victim than to take action
Procrastination a new way of living
The thirst for life, an unreachable goal
Inertia swallowing your every day’s meaning
The room is turning into a silent tomb
Mother, my condolences for the son you raised
It’s easier to stay a victim than to take action
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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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