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Waste Your Life
05:37
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Waste Your Life
Voyeur Of The Night,
Atrophied Angel's Voice,
A Knife On His Artery,
Pricking Heartbeats Between Recurrent Human Pictograms.
First The Palate, Then The Stomach And On The Run From The Light.
Figures Who Speak Not Of Themselves When They Speak Of Themselves.
It's All About What They Would Like To Be.
Night-Time Masses, Babbling Sermons, Molochs Pulse And Smack.
It's A Great Pandemonium Within The Boundaries Of The Place Of Stagnancy,
Where Neon Lights And Shards Replace The Stars Of The Firmament.
And When The Sun Rises Their Faces Are Aged Again,
And They Are Marked By Riding On The Beast.
You Waste Your Life.
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The Emptiness
05:21
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The Emptiness
All My Life You Tried To Modify And Mould Me.
You Tried With A Vengeance To Seed The Fear In Me.
You Tried Hard To Induct Me And To Make Me Root In Your World.
You Tried To Tell Me Who I Am And Who I Am Not.
I Dreamed A Dream, And In This Dream I Saw Myself.
And Since That Day I've Steered Straight To The I, But Not With You!
The Fragrances And The Outerworld Are Encapsuled In The Neuter On The Bed.
Why Do You Long For Your Childhood When You Never Get It Back Anyway?
And The Fulfillment Is Inside You? Anyway !
I Can Change Into Everything I Want,
I Can't Lose Myself in Wasting Time For You
You've Become So Uninteresting For Me,
There's Just Me And The Me's And The I.
All My Past Life Is Erased,
No Whiff Of Fear For Anything Anymore,
An Open System With Access To Everything I Want,
A Fast Realization, A Fast Connection, Infinite Reflections.
Life Happens Just Inside,
Log Me Out And Drip-Feed Me,
To Leave Me The Rest Of My Physical Life In Emptiness.
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Love And Its Colors
04:18
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Love And It's Colours
I Could Not Allay
My Fears, They Were Swayed.
Then They Were Revived,
But O I've Survived.
I Don't Wanna Be Unkind
Or Lose Control Again,
Or Put Everything To The Test.
And The Time I Writhed In Pain
Has Passed As The Love I Left Behind.
We Strays Want A Taste Of Everything And Don't
Want To Be Tied down,
but we demand our space.
You Shiny Pretty Little Bullet:
When It's About Love
You Pull Your Trigger Within A Few Hours.
Love Has Its Colours.
Love Has Its Colours.
Love Has Its Colours.
Love And Its Colours.
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Effacé Derrière
03:47
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No More Words
04:36
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Epitome Of Aesthetics
04:52
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A Myriad Mes Munich, Germany
Musician, Photographer and Videographer from Berlin / Germany
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