Lyrics THE WAKE Heart’s Nodal River Weltschmerz. Philosophy must give man a civilizational impetus, make him a professional in the act of coexistence. I don’t see something like that coming from recent philosophies, at most vapors full of beautiful words, without philosophical direction, uninteresting aberrations. Today’s philosophy is about a past it doesn’t understand, stuck in this aimless debate. It must bring an addition, a change, not a dramatization of flawed past. Weltschmerz. Comic gang of criminals. Real public danger. Thieves inside the temple. Parallel corporations. Profiteers off the aggressiveness of others. You don’t create. You build failures. We became domesticated criminals. Inaction. All the paths are choking us. Weltschmerz. Shepherd’s Star. The muddy road. The hooting from the hall. We wander aimlessly. We watch time replay. Reprehensible diversion. We stamp the graves. Old information from a future without cancellation. Weltschmerz. Fooled by human foxes. Used as bullets. Slaves of social errors. Rest days. No freedom days. Economic imperialism. One man’s freedom, another man’s prison. Weltschmerz. Propaganda is swirling among us. Reality becomes conspiracy. We swallow compositions. Mental disinstallation. Primitives in modern society. History repeats itself, neither accepted nor understood. Freedom today, destruction of perception, the destruction of all that has been built. Born In 84, Died In The 84th Year Eine Kindheit zwischen Fürstenthal und Glitt Mardschina. Rennend durch das Efeutal. Mardschina. Der Baum fürs Leben. Die Luft zur Sublimation. Brennender Vulkan. Meine Geschichte ist meine Religion. Er bewegt sich herzlich. Durch Schiffe mit dem Schiff voller Ängste. Es bildet Vulkanismus. Bildet eine Allergie. Ich sammle Bilder unter fruchtbarer Haut. Und sie bilden die Krankheit. Die Krankheit, durch die das Schiff schliddert. Das Schiff voller Ängste. Ich habe keine Angst. Ich höre nicht auf. Ich halte durch bis zum Ende. Die Dunkelheit am Ende des Tunnels. Der junge Mann wurde immer noch der gejagt. Er hatte keine andere Chance. Er hat seine Vorstellungskraft die ganze Zeit missbraucht. Schmerz, Schmerz. Wo warst du, als ich mich an meinem eigenen Maßstab geschnitten habe? Childhood between Fürstenthal and Glitt. Mardschina. Running in the ivy valley. Mardschina. The tree for life. The air for sublimation. Burning volcano. My history is my religion. He moves cordially. Through vessels with the vessel full of fears. It forms volcanism. Forms allergy. I collect images under fertile skin. And they form the disease. The disease through which the vessel slips. The ship full of fears. I am not afraid. I do not stop. I push to the end. The darkness at the end of the tunnel. The young man was still being hunted. He had no other chance. He abused his imagination all the way. Pain pain. Where were you when I cut myself with my own scales? One day I was impressed by these windows facing inwards. Everything was red, no sign of freedom. The right path was dialogue with the stranger. Trying to get through the wood. Trying to understand some sounds. I could not clean. Now I take it from the beginning. The signs take on color. Traces too. Recreated creation. The clean volcano. Being able to understand wood. Managing to penetrate through sounds. The signs and traces recreated me. And now, somewhat at peace with his soul, I cast sympathetic glances at the inner cosmos, the only one. Born In 84, Died In The 84th Year. Proem Isolated Illusion All is moving around us and we are still blinded by the stars named after ourselves. By a star surrounded with different arrows of different sizes, sharper, with more cutting edges. But regardless of these characteristics the stars are here to destroy and to die. They are complex, unimaginably complex, but only for the small steps of the universe. Whatever we think about each other, we are perfect thereof …Of the universe. The stars are here to destroy. The stars are here to die. Lost Painting The painting is dead. The creator of death remains untouchable through times. We’re lost on one of his artistic manipulations. We are lost. Cadavers Dangerous stock of humans perambulates around my existence. Routinely mistreated morally. We fucking desire to die to humiliate the existence. Billions of graves surrounded by sea. I light these cadavers to discover mine. A new world to come, a new disorder, a new cycle, no fucking conclusion. Ship Of Hope Chapter I: Disconnected from the moral carnage. Separated from the mental massacre. We sail in our story and we do not wait for the beautiful sleep to take us away. We sail, we sail through these libelous times til all our visions become alive. Chapter II: I am the face that smiles. I am the warm voice who supports you eternal and unconditional. I am the loud, noisy, full of exuberance and whose energy you feed. In these clouds inside their waters we swim relentless. We’ll let freedom to howl with us. I am the one full of hope. I am the ship of hope. I am the one full of hope untouched by the darkness and nothingness. I am your wild expression, free, without fear, bold and passionate. Nature is recording us she knows everything. The Painter Of Voices Voices making choruses that link corpses in a sea of noises. Life is a season in fire. I laugh with understanding at your idiot thoughts. Mephistophelian islands are burning to carry your corpses into everlastingness. Being warned from the white pages written with white paste. Being mauled by the pride of being nobody. Your appreciation stabbed me in the back. The painter of mind. The painter of death. In the sense of humans I am mentally deranged but the humans have no fucking sense Earth’s Necropolis Walk through minds to light innocent cadavers. Immure them around the mountain of complexes. I am inside of this mountain. Choke with your revelations and become a part of the necropolis. Loneliness is a cage of freedom. Loneliness is my kingdom. Earth come take them. Trial Against Humanity So strong so passionate. Shall I fly above myself or shall I save the world from the beauty of despair. Welcome to my funeral. Enjoy the tears and forever silence. Closure PROTEST URBAN Your Life Notes unwritten to justify the crime of these times: your life. From These Rumors Your Guilt Is Bleeding As I pass away no false crying eyes shall rise ever again. You own the pain of a fucking killer. I’m just too desperate to let myself breathe. Soul condemned to be betrayed by its own intoxicated options. I’ve lost it to reality. Follow these tears. They won’t disappear. Follow these tears and kill ’em all. Words are infections for the son of perfection slave of cruel obsessions. If you’re looking for a savior let me play this violin. And slowly make your flesh a surprise for the unknown. Don’t let them tell us who we are. Soul condemned to be betrayed by its own intoxicated options. I’ve lost it to reality. Knives Left Bleeding Cross with finger borders of deceptions. Dream as you die and realize you’re already dead. This is for the ones who find themselves in death. Catalog of suicides. Shadows don’t bite. Another man is drowning inside of me. Suffocate these revelations. Maintain the obligations. Notes unwritten to justify the crime of these times your life you flying fuck. Why the fuck you went to hell when you had the heaven in your arms? Dream as you die and realize you’re already dead. Sometimes you need to talk with someone that doesn’t exist. That’s you again. Why the fuck you went to hell when you had the heaven in your arms? Words From Blood Never Came There’s always an end to escape us from living. You’re destroyed by believes by inexistent traditional steps to absolute. Words from blood never came. I run pregnant with ideas of suicide. Hopefully at the corner will be a tragedy. The perfect day will come. Your perfect day. Life is what you think is not. It doesn’t ends with you. You choose nothing. I capture you. I kill you. Outraged Cry Of Protest Angels. What’s the persistence of angels. When all over our heads are devils to ruin our ways? Better Hidden I only draw what’s written. Hide me by fair means. I can’t find a question to survive the answer. Thousands of rocks watching my falling. My Declaration Bleeding harmony just to make my eyes happy. I will kill my own despair even through. My thoughts never found you. I shut my eyes. So close. Broken wings. Sacrifice. I am with my brothers now. Hedged with pales. Not anymore. Free. Inspired with hope I flow these words. To burn my conscience. Black Design I’ll take your dreams and put them under my feet. The nation is burning under your wings. Digging out to find other surfaces where trees. Can’t kill me and where you won’t feed me with hate. I’ll be above you in the sky. Watching you crying for help. I want you. I need you. Dead for us. Alive in your world of slaves of hypocrisy. I’ll find the answers behind your lies. Those are not a barrier for me. The nation is dripping out between your words. Talking about salvation. The Enemy Leaves Dead You fear of hate? Be serious. I hate your judgement like I hate my scars. Infest this world. Infest yourself. I declare you dead. Look at the time. Seconds are passing. Your words are meaningless. Suicide. Please do your job. You’re awake now. The End Is Burning The end is near. It’s moving around me. One more step. You’re burning my soul. The Intentional Taking Of One‘s Life Your diary is a fucking hell. What’s the result in the end? I think I’ll just become your help. Please sit down and make your prey. Don’t disturb me when I need you. Amulet So alone. I think I’ll dare asking for more. Try or hope? I think I’ll be alone. I need the amulet to kill the end. Kill the end with my amulet. I bleed with my conceptions. A diary of reflections. I never saw so many tears forming a lake where I can swim to wash my griefs. Ruthless Day We are not here to leave alive. We live in this world where happiness is against the law. No reason to fly away. Just respect yourself. Go away from the saddest day. Murther This world is not against us. This world is us. You drown all our hopes. You murtherers. I’ll cut off your head to perceive. With the eyes how much bloody misery lives within. I know a safe place. A grave. …And there are some trees. Such a safe place. You murtherers. Such a safe place for you to live. Next Up: Adventure Take these times and break the circle. Let us feel what I only have seen. This way is just a trick. Make a simple pact for serenity and beauty. I hate to watch you fall. Why is the only salvation the blood of the son? My eyes. Your eyes. Can I present myself to you without words and a tragic face? Will that inspire you for my rebirth? Please tell me how to breathe because I forgot. Where’s the rainbow? Where’s the sunshine? Where’s our source of gladness? River Of Letters For I am not me ’till what’s mine doesn’t covers me. Stop looking at me with gloomy eyes. Who am I? Staring, piercing me, just because mine. And cover me with your shadow. I have to find another way to translate. My visions to not concern you with my fictions. Put an end to my bloody suffering. Loose yourself to me. Want your hands to guide me. To your world so I can be free. Because mine, be mine. Loose yourself to me. Want your hands to guide. My trembling steps to god. Can’t reach your hands. Because mine, be mine. I Will Burn Part I: The Dream I can’t really describe what happened. My best friend killed my mother. I pointed the gun at him and pulled the trigger, nothing happened. He was sitting there and talking about something else, laughing. I had started hitting him, asking him all sorts of things but nothing, no answer. In fact it was only a dream and I hope that he’s my best friend. I will burn. Part II: The Awakening Crawling on a carpet taken by the wind to another extreme. Where the ashes are a perfect exit from this journey called life. Part III: Murther Life is just a lost love. I discovered my end in your broken heart. I will burn. I numbered the days between us and I found march. Why can’t we isolate ourselves from the rest of the world? You scared me with beauty and I want to burn your wings. Please put me down, kiss me and kill me. Do you see my hands? I will choke myself when those bad words want to come out. Part IV: The Awakening Crawling on a carpet taken by the wind to another extreme. Where the ashes are a perfect exit from this journey called life. Next Up: Adventure Take these times and break the circle. Let us feel what I only have seen. This way is just a trick. Make a simple pact for serenity and beauty. I hate to watch you fall. Why is the only salvation the blood of the son? My eyes kept that secret. My eyes see it everyday. Can I present myself to you without words and a tragic face? Will that inspire you for my rebirth? Please tell me how to breathe because I forgot. Why are you hiding from me? Give me the power that I need to survive. Where’s the rainbow? Where’s the sunshine? Where’s our source of gladness? How To Name The Song? You can only get wherever you want to if you believe in yourself and be positive. Hate and negativity do not work. You have to do that yourself, you have to believe you can make it even if it seems impossible. A good cry can clean the soul and help make things seem better. Everyone gets down on themselves. That is natural. What is important is that you understand that and when it happens. You got to tell yourself everything’s ok and to keep trying to do your best. Just be yourself and you will be fine. Just be patient. Last Embrace Gold Coin I love pain. I am always prepared to be stricken by the ones who I love. I don’t know if I am guilty. If not who’s responsible? I’ve now painted you with still unloved colors. I now protect you from viruses. I protect you from myself. I love pain. I love myself. I’ve saved you in a folder from my world. Gold coin. Inanimate I call myself alive because I dream. And I call you but you never answer. From time to time the time must die. There’s no beginning and there’s no end. The only thing that bothers me is that you’re dead. You must know that I love you. In this revolution the winner is the watcher. This is dedicated to every person that I love. Murther This world is not against us. This world is us. You drown all our hopes. You murtherers. I’ll cut off your head to perceive with the eyes. How much bloody misery lives within. I discovered my end in your broken heart. Kill me when you won’t need me anymore. Can I hold you while you’re dying? You murtherers. The Only Problem In This Case Is The Solution Schimbare