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In Medias Res
03:06
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Red pound from dotted lines
Dragged out from this shell
The pavement for last cradle
Losing my fingers and my tongue
Olfactory deficient
'Cannot perceive the rotting smell oozing from my skin
As if the simulacre was predicting the past
A swarm of scavengers prowling around
Eager to fill the pit
Thousands of halos defy my eye
Mocking the wreck I am
My head laughs out loud
throwing my existence
The white veil
Contorted by contrary winds
Is looking for a cape
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2. |
Take The Obol Conveyer
06:10
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The probe is sneaking the inside
It dives into the skim
The germs are instilled in the vault
Whist the entrails are hosts
Steels hands on my chest
That spit their charges away
Dancing with the flat line between the peaks
The iris catches the beat
Hands are tied to the rope
Keeping the veil in motion
Reminding me my name
Across the lens it's occur
The spectral lights tore the ocean
Waving shapes surround the hull
The swell carries me away
Voices teeming all over my head
They are yelling from the Great Tree
Plaguing me to untie them
From their upside down gallows
Whatever I met
I need to find a shelter
I rushing in this hole
Where everything is nil
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Paddled in a casket
Wheels on my back
Penned to be on sight
There was an old shape
Where is the new blood ?
A stream of solar ink
Run on scrawny wings
Hot glare of corrupted water
Vessels are warmed
I undergo the drift
Impossible to carry the speed
I'm breaking down the locks
They dropped me in the den
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The Butchers counted up to three
And set me on the altar ...
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5. |
Kneeled On The Ceiling
07:06
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They're washing the tools, grafted on their hands
The nexus of veins pulse out of excitement
They need no eyes on their faceless head
For starring greedy at this shapeless prey
The blond fur pets, dressed of dirty scrubs
Sharpen their teeth, wishing for the remains
They will have wrung it to quench their lust
The wounds are prepared for frosted nails
They're holding me open
The straps of barbed wire rip the flesh up
Keen claws dig into an overflow of guts
And I try, to pull the game out of the rack
But my effigy, denies my distress call
And It comes back to me
how abased was the scene
My eyelids were dismayed
The wrists love the clasp,
the neck offered to the masks
Swapping his freedom for a guardianship
And I try, to make my way out of this mess
Beyond the walls, Where the hand-prints are bleeding
And it seems so wrong
From this cave you're a blurred shape
All I need is to see you shine
They reduce the nerves to silence
But I am a scream without a voice
This place, is drenched by waves from minds
That mists me over, with intrusive sights
I guess this smell,
make me moved like a pawn
The parade clouds with a scornful smile
let the puppets on their own
And it seems so wrong
From this cave you're a blurred shape
All I need is to see you shine
They reduce the nerves to silence
But I am a scream without a voice
Leaving the burden, forgetting the outline
Searching lights beyond space and time
When I'm touching the melted windowpane
When every thought becomes landscape
Am I one of them,
Fireflies with no flare
Am I one of them
Maybe I'll join you
Maybe they're right
Enter the tribe, through the estuary
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6. |
Scotometerion
06:42
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I immerse myself in the warmest dream
Covered with paint, making wishes real
Features and name are carved on the Tree
You're decking yourself out, in all yours finery
Relief's pouring over me
You soothe me by the sound of your wordless voice
And it said
Here's the time for you
To take the path
Sublimed by the origins
Let you embraced
Trust your genes
Overwhelming Commandment, echoing spell
Incite me to take the Oath
It's really hard to swallow, you bitter apocryphal
Drowning me toward the edge
It was odd to feel, how familiar you were
Before you disappeared
Only his hands holding mine remain for
A moment
Here's the time for you
To find the path
Sublimed by the origins
Let you embraced
Trust your genes
Sharpen blade
Tear the set
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7. |
Last Gambit
06:21
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8. |
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9. |
Le Voyage
22:34
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Mad Mantra Paris, France
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