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I Believe In Disbelief
03:37
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Can you say, can you believe that you tried everything? And can I say, can I believe that I tried everything? Flipped our moments, our chances over and over like coin in the pocket. My last moment is the one where I see, where I realize that there is no “us” anymore! Just me and you! We run screaming, no goals set, devised, too many steps apart. My whole body is in pain, it hurts you I hurt you! Why do we do this to each other? Wasn’t it love we felt? So you can say you don’t believe in it? So I can say I don’t believe in it? So we can say we don’t believe!
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Where Am I?
06:17
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On the throne of love which tore us apart. It cuts in two. I scream. Try to catch it and never let it go. It pains me to see that the winter is settled in me. I scream. Glacial wind blows my mind away, pains me to see that the winter is settled in me. It cuts my insides. Let me choke. It comes back up my throat. It pains me to see that the winter is settled in me. It cuts my insides. Let me choke. A bloody drink fills my mouth. It pains me to see that the winter is settled in me. But when she’s speaking then she`s stealing, pull me down, my love, my flesh. And when she`s speaking then she`s leaving and she`s gone.
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New Bruises
04:44
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What do we live off, where does it come from, when would it be done now? What will this cause now, how can I make it? What will it take from me? Where will I end up? How the fuck can I see? Is there a single matter for excuse, is there a moment we can choose? Is there anybody giving me proof? Lifelines, hard times, wrinkles on eye lines. Too tired to get up, first words covered in coffee mug, I fumble for smokes, first breath is dull from smoke, first thought is a matter: ” will this day be any better?” I have a lifetime to let myself down, a year full of sighing, a day full of crying. Can you tell me, are we loose? What we will choose? Train rides, waiting lines, stuck in the real life. Too shy to decent, no guts to make this end. Stick in the mud, well I`m losing my blood with this question to ask: Are we bruised to avoid harm? Night life, happy eyes, distraction to waste time. Bottles of spirit, powder in lines, pills to project ” this moment is mine!” And when I`m in shambles back home it comes to my mind: We’re dying , we’re dying, we’re dying, we die! Are we dying, are we dying to stay alive?
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Crushed & Trampled
02:53
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“It was a bitter and cruel experience, and it plunged them into an agony of despair. Such a time, of all times, for them to have it, when their hearts were made tender. Such a pitiful beginning it was for their married life; they loved each other so, and they could not have the briefest respite! It was a time when everything cried out to them that they ought to be happy; when wonder burned in their hearts, and leaped into flame at the slightest breath. They were shaken to the depths of them, with the awe of love realized–and was it so very weak of them that they cried out for a little peace? They had opened their hearts, like flowers to the springtime, and the merciless winter had fallen upon them. They wondered if ever a love that had blossomed in the world had been so crushed and trampled!”
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Old Motions
05:13
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Was it worth it? What makes me feel so mean, so weak so strangling in the past? There is the weight of the whole world so cold that it keeps us far away from carry on love. So the best thing I can do is keep the words in my mouth. So the best thing I can can do is not to shout it out loud. So the best thing I can do is swallow it back to the ground. It makes me questioning: is what I’m doing, what I’ve done just a joke or does it make any sense? Emerging causes unprovoked. Then when it comes down, every love you find in life will sooner or later disappear and leave you broken at the start. And self preservation tells me to stay alive..And the consequence tells me to keep it quite. So the best thing I can do is keep the words in my mouth. So the best thing I can can do is not to shout it out loud. So the best thing I can do is swallow it back to the ground. Where they have time to rest. Stop asking questions about what it was and what we’ve got, was it love or was it lost? And man I`m asking you: is it worth it to run against the walls? Climb up and fall and always stand and retry the things that had been, and the things that came and what they become one day, your bones begin to ache, Ambitions getting less and you say to yourself, “I’m tired of the game, where the movements are all set, however you react.” I’m saying, “when you are done with all that crap stop sitting down in common sense of aimless decay. Rather torn down, melt with the ground to something honest, make the message disappear.” And they tell me to move on. So the best thing I can do is keep the words in my mouth. So the best thing I can can do is not to shout it out loud. So the best thing I can do is swallow it back to the ground. Where they will last at least. And what comes is not feared, not sacrificed. Before the trigger release I want to say “I have no time to wait for better days, which I know will never come. I wanna feel what I once felt, I know it’s real!” If I can rather disappear and replay the things that I have seen, repeat moments I once felt. Promise, Replay to me, Swear it, Repeat to see, What I once felt…
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