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Hourglass
06:16
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I clasp the sand that slips away, away from me
I clasp the sand, I take the pain inside of me
Trying to take back every grain that once was mine
Trying to keep your memories in my mind, in my mind
Born to decay, to spend a life like slaves
While we suffer, locked in chains
And for every single thing that I stand for
There's another million things for which I need way too much time
I wish I had more time to know you better - with tears in my eyes
That's what I regret now
With bleeding hands and broken fingers I clasp the sand
Born to decay, to spend a life like slaves
While we suffer, locked in chains
And for every single thing that I stand for
There's another million things for which I need way too much time
And now I look back on the time spent together - with tears in my eyes
More time, to learn everything that you offered to this world
More time, to lock everything you said in me
I clasp the sand that slips away, away from me
I clasp the sand, I take the pain inside of me
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Dying Breed
06:07
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Share this pain with me
Shine, untied from time - lost, in fields of dying stars
I have a selfish wish, don't wanna die in agony
And meeting death with a smile on my face
Without a single sound of despair
Fly me above this tragedy and share this pain with me
I'm from a selfish breed, scared of how my end will be
Scared by the pain of decay, excited by the smell of defeat
Fly me above this tragedy and share the pain with me
Here, stare at this weakness and bow down to the newborn
Who's filled with hate and scorn
From a dying breed I came, seated on buried regrets
I'm gonna feast upon your soul, the flesh around the bone is gone
Embrace the end
Fly me above this tragedy and share the pain with me
Meet me at the end of the road with a knot around my throat
Men shine, men burn, man fall, then down in ashes men crawl
This molten lead eats flesh and bones and rust and ruins remain
Here, newborn, hate and scorn
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Now That You're Gone
07:59
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Have you ever lost your sleep while you were fighting with a lie?
Not finding a truth inside, you argue one more time
I can't remember why - why we started to fight, but see,
on my face now there's all but a smile
I'm crawling through the words written on our blackboard and
To justify your fault it would takes me too long
I'm on the edge - on the edge of the highest fall, and now I'm losing control,
while I'm burning down my soul
I'm writing down the names, digging the graves,
this time I won't forgive (we won't forgive)
I've melted down my brain, too many days, spent trying to fall asleep
Too late, my body shakes, I can't erase the past, I've tried in vain
Gimme some more, just gimme your heart
Gimme more than the reason that we're fighting for
Bare your teeth and show me the way
I'm still waiting for your real fate
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Giorni Persi
03:37
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Decadi a soffocare il diaframma che sprofonda, senza freni
Ostile mi è il tempo, molesta il mio cuore
Guardarci negli occhi e bloccare i sussulti
Mani tese, bocche strette
Riconoscere nell'aria il solito vuoto
Queste paure, queste dottrine, questi luoghi
Giorni persi
Sogno prati caldi dove guardarci da vicino,
Rotolarci e mostrare i denti,
Ora amarci, poi scuoiarci
Assaporare il nulla
Chi ha paura adesso? Chi ha paura adesso?
Essere animali
E non c'è niente, non c'è niente,
Non c'è nulla che ci fermi adesso
Azzanniamoci le gole, rinneghiamo vecchi miti, brindiamo ai giorni persi
Giorni persi, giorni persi
Chi ha paura adesso? Chi ha paura adesso?
Giorni persi disegnando croci, giorni persi rovesciando croci
‘Dacci in pasto le tue paure, insegnaci la fede’
Meglio essere animali
Le paure, le dottrine, questi luoghi
Meglio essere animali
Giorni persi masticando chiodi
Giorni persi appendendo il cuore
‘Cieco il gregge al suo pastore, tale è la fede’
Coscienza lascito ai lenti, laceriamoci l’un l’altro
Tra cadaveri di vecchi dei
Brindando ai giorni persi
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Inertia Reigns
07:02
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I’m on a highway with no emergency lane
How long I've been driving this fucking wreck?
I’m on a highway with no way to escape
No polar star, no signs, only dead bodies and rubbles at the sides
Who had already passed this way?
Maybe this is not a road, just a path to nowhere
Drove in this circle of illusions with
No end, disregarding mistakes repeated over decades
Did I follow the wrong white rabbit? I saw my dreams get lost at dusk
And the battered hiss of the engine
whispers answers I'm not ready to hear
Who had already passed this way?
Maybe this is not a road, just a path to nowhere
Drove in this circle of illusions with
No end, disregarding mistakes repeated over decades
The tank is empty, the oil exhausted,
victims of an expiration date already passed,
Tick tock tick tock, clocks are broken
the ticking blends my dreams with tears
And now, is the tar melting down? It's reality callin' me back to itself
I am still driving fast, I look out, meteors mark the sky
They’re ready to drag to hell some celestial body
I lie to myself: ‘tomorrow will be better’
I lie to myself: If nothing matters, inertia reigns
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Teschio Dischi Padua, Italy
DIY label in Padua, Italy, specialized in Stoner/Psych/Doom/Sludge and others. We release very limited vinyl and cassette edition. All our release are always hand stamped with Ex Libris Label' Stamp and hand numbered..
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