1. |
Fitting In
02:51
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I healed the wounds inflicted by hope,
partner and traitor of a lifetime.
Despite everything, and in my depth,
I still want to believe it.
And I will run against,
against a sharp wind,
so far from my being,
and even if I fall,
I will crawl along the path
until the end.
The past moments that come back as ghosts,
I will cast them out.
Among my screams of inane dissent,
I've found comfort.
And I will run against,
against a sharp wind,
so far from my being,
and even if I fall,
I will crawl along the path
until the end.
Torn apart.
Rebuilt
with spare parts of some hearts.
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2. |
Defective
03:10
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I asked myself so many times
what's wrong with me and where this road will lead me,
ruined and worn out like the things that I care about.
A hole without an end.
There are times when I pretend,
to have a soul and thoughts,
to better blend in with the living mass.
Sometimes it seems that I
love the faces and the words of rare human beings.
Maybe it's just the moment fleeting,
or maybe it'll be forever.
Do these bones burn inside me?
Is this heart only flesh?
The more time passes, the more I realize,
that I'm defective and unwilling
and I can feel a knot around my neck,
that never lets me go.
A hole without an end.
My mood depends on a nearby storm.
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3. |
River Mouth
02:21
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We cannot understand what our place is
spending a whole life asking ourselves
without having certainties about tomorrow
swimming up a river full of sharp rocks.
But I don't care
as we will grow the same.
Our youth will fade
and we will glow.
The moments borrowed
will be returned.
But until the sluice
let's hold our breath.
But I don't care
as we will grow the same.
Our youth will fade
and we will glow.
For so long.
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4. |
Blended Scrapes
03:35
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Instrumental
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5. |
Lethargy
03:07
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The city lies beneath an impenetrable blanket.
Nobody moves and only my breath guides me
through the buildings, it guides me.
Distorted echoes, faded faces.
I stop my ears and close my eyes,
waiting for the spring breeze to blow
everything away, everything away.
Spreading seeds of memories that you can't forget,
spores of hearts are taking root in your cold skin.
Spreading seeds of memories that you can't forget,
spores of hearts are taking root in your cold skin.
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6. |
Shell
02:43
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Gathered ’round an empty shell
we realized that our youth was dead
inside a wooden casket.
And I bless,
and I regret.
What makes us real
is our bonds of loyalty,
so fragile and dear to me.
They were cold as hell
on that bloody day,
so fragile and dear to me.
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7. |
Insecurity and Patience
02:59
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Our sincerity as fresh cement,
the foundations below us.
Too safe and too blind to see
that they would be washed away,
by Insecurity and Patience.
We're two lines that never meet,
two satellites that never speak,
a lifelong promise unkept,
and it will always be like that, whatever happens.
Never a fight,
"I just hope it’s real";
a relative thought, without surrender.
We pulled a rope tied to nothing,
but we believed in that nothing.
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8. |
Miles Away
02:43
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Bright lights in the distance, they seem unattainable
the crack of leaves is like a roar
a cold stone floor, as smooth as ice
the fog smells of smoke, it steals my sight.
And I run like hell
but distances are fake.
And I run like hell,
it takes my breath away.
It's unbearable
'cause there's nothing more that keeps me.
I will stay still
'til I rot
I will stay still.
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9. |
The Planck Era
03:26
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I saw the stars,
I saw the stars,
when it all began.
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10. |
Discrete
03:20
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I let everything pass through me,
like dust at the mercy of the rain.
I can sleep well,
but I realize that something has broken.
My mouth moves faster than my mind,
closed in the grip of time that
will never come back,
light years away from here,
but close enough to be heard.
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