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1. Murderotica : An Avalanche in D Minor. Our knives say "we're making way for this, the ending." stay back, turmoil is across-the-board it is making way for... a gaping tear is opening this is our last broadcast. We're recklessly looking for the truth, and we'll tear this place apart. There is hope for us yet. Hope is there. 2. Vertebraille : Choke that Thief Called Dependence. Like death never content Starve the old and feed the new and its all your fault Was there love once or have I forgotten her. I have been sold into slavery. I try to drown my sorrows but the sorrow swim's well. its all your fault, your fault. A lust for complete nothingness that lusts for more nothing. Motion without meaning. Action without function nothing will breed nothing. it's all your fault. Why can't you brace yourself? 3. Bayonetwork : Vultures in Vivid Color. We walked on glass all day long, with eyes rolled back it came with smiles, it came with gestures, and it came with motives. Investing flowers in one hand and a blade in the other, this is between me and this blade, and my heart. Distributing rusty knives in these countless attractive letters with a directional diagram of a guilty heart. "Insert knife here" lack of thought on this subject has attested catastrophic. Come one, come all, introduce knife to heart. With our eyes rolled back. 4. Dilemmachine : Coalition, hoax. I don't care. we don't care, no one seems to care. The mirror of our mouths endlessly yelling May I have your attention, attention, attention? This is a quote from our weapons, "this fight is more important than your life." destruction is constructive. The world and waking and wearing. the way that deaf can see a sound in darkness. Certainly we will find hope in desperation. no. destruction is destructive. Everyone stay calm, we're taking over this ship with our lives, with our heart, and with our hands out to this God forsaken town. Hell will have no mercy. 5. Coffinspire : Multitudes, Multitudes in the Valley of Decision! They rest on the coast and the tide is impending. We pull at the motionless and static, but the torrent has crowned their heads. it fills their ears and it makes them ill. they do not struggle at all. This will speak of the end, and will not prove false. It is time to move on with the weapons of faith and love. Synchronize your steps to the sound of guns. This world is damned to hell and it's a revelation. And this is a shallow grave, and it's on the highest rise, we stand on it's highest crest. I'll set my self on fire. Come on, watch me burn. Poisoned now enough to kill ten hundred men. The harvester's mouth has not gone dry. 6. Liarsenic : Creating a Universe of Discourse. Run, run farmer screaming bloody murder. The daughters of question have been murdered, murdered, murdered. Deception is charming. I don't think so. These things harmonize and overthrow these things will cure, but they will tear down and we are not the ones who carry on. and we are not the ones who wear the shroud, tear down. Liar, condescender, words born as bastards. Our swords will rest and a course in miracles will hail and killers will rise. Where have we gone wrong? Understanding laced the web. I don't think so. 7. Disconnecktie : The Faithful Vampire. It's taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here and I've learned absolutely nothing.As I'm standing here alone, upright and motionless, i am drowning in her sea.The rising and sinking of every consciousness I've ever known Now detached and disconnected. The endless cycle of idea and action, Endless invention, endless experiment, endless hope and endless disappointment. and i thought all i needed was just one breath to stay afloat. For me it was like... like the breath, the last breath, the last breath that I never wanted. Any of this. i never thought that this would capsize, but this isn't a boat, its a coffin! And Now I'm moving forward. Into the sea... into the great sea. So i begin with the end in mind. The cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by, come home. I've fallen three miles now... and i still can't shake this dragon, but the end is coming like a flood. It is going to be a year for growing and the greatest amount of forgetting. My sea is dying, but death is a doorway and at the very root of me i know this. It s the greatest reminder. What a broad world to roam in, what a sea to swim in, so i begin with the end in mind. 8. Absentimental : Street Clam. The contract of black halos. Go, run your mouth, your open mouth. run your open mouth. Close your open mouth. "long live the falling love." sun blacks out, sky blacks out Don't plan on standing under the falling sky. It's so pointless to fall. Please believe what you see, and what you hear, and not what you love. Your names are indications in red blood and i'm choking on my tongue. 9. Charactarantula : Talking to you and the Intake of Glass. I will speak careful formulations of defense, these wary methods. Words with no echo, this is an unfair architecture, and my fists will surrender to my emotion. Canceling each other's experience with the intimidating sound of our voices. Truth is the method of defense and Passion cries out from our fiery blaze of words. They make monuments and we make no progress. We could build a mansion with our million dollar words. Separate the widow from the bride. in this part of the story I am the one who dies... the only one. 10. Pretendeavor : In Reference to a Sinking Ship. Oh my God, hand us down our ribbons. you death defier you. Far from fear, we are. adrift and gone. after the fallout, after a million miles. adrift is the reason for the rain and we're in the undertow. Stop dancing around, in stories untold the mind has conquered the whole heart. sewing the insecure thread of reason. I'll burn what it takes. Drown what it takes, We're not going down with this ship. I burned 41 hills for the love of academic ability. that exceeds the love of searching for the truth. we comprehend a massive array. can we comprehend simplicity? 11. Scientifiction : A Clot of Tragedy / A Swarm of Dedication. Bring this underground, bring this to its knees. Marching in slumber, swelling shades of mystery we have the motive to breathe and to feed from the mouth of deceit. Mutual fear will bring us peace as the raven builds its nest II. A SWARM OF DEDICATION I'm haunted by the strains of human limitation sending you letters like I'm daring you to, in relation to you going astray. What seemed like a lifetime spent riding on the wings of the backwards devils. It was as if I had fled from a lion, only to meet a bear. Cut off when I saw the unseen. Sending me to my home, covered with dust and ashes. Humiliation and insignificance. Oh, the curious teeth of a bear; those fangs, a continual lash and spur onto dedication. I will not be moved or shaken. I will not be mislead. Messenger follows messenger follows messenger.  paroles ajoutées par nameless - Modifier ces paroles |  |
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