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Dreadnought
07:30
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my territory is a vast space of nothing
my territory is suffering and despair
closing in on my steel cage
while the sound of the enemy
draws closer than ever
I look back and say to myself
this might be my last day
to make something of myself
we will rejoice in arms
to a victory of shedded blood
breathing in cold air, singing the songs
of those who would rather sleep below
through the depths of time
sleepless and deprived of warmth
I climb onto a piece of floating steel
soon I will have died before dawn has a chance
to open its bright eyes
in my final thoughts I struggle to justify my life
serving a nation that considers me to be
a small and minor piece
of an endless puzzle that never stops
no one will win this war, no one will win
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it's now your turn to feel this pain
that you cast upon those who seem weak
it's now your turn to feel this wrath
of those you've plagued and those you've raped
I know your faults, I know your deepest secrets
I know about the ones you've kept locked in a box
It doesn't take a genius to diagnose
"the way you've fought through life"
was the loudest joke
creating problems only you can solve
believing in your made up dreams
is the only way to comfort
your self-destructive thoughts
deep down you will never admit that
your defeat was brought on by your cowardness
can you see that there's no one by your side
this is the last place you will ever see the light
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3. |
The Asylum
08:20
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I am the bringer of hurt
the paralysing cringe
the seismic impulse
the ender of realities
this place is reserved for
those who've lost all hope
(burning inside me and you)
the sounds within it's walls inspire madness
no one gets out alive
I've questioned what's left of my faith
I've pondered the possibilities many times
I've never made a promise I couldn't keep
the only solution is by setting fire
the doctors whisper their schemes
abominations are made for dissection
surgically modified tormented drones
circling the hallways like pestilence
all sense of hope removed
a curse made by men, an infection
an acknowledgement that does not
put you in favour of freedom
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4. |
Wasteland
06:48
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the thundering skyline
sits at the horizon
the sunrise finds ideas
to make sense of this world
abandoned, shunned out
to the parallel
scrounging to find my fix
I suddenly angle a notion
an impulse beyond comprehension
whatever it takes to get me through
stopping at nothing
taken in by useless friends
splitting teeth and rotting flesh
carry me away from delusion
this is not my life
save me from myself
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Post Human
02:38
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this is the end of your dream
end of your hopeless society
you have been crushed, set back in life
longing the day of the dawn of machines
anomalies, migration course, failed policies
warfare in the north, commodities
sexual freedoms, all equal rights
but none for you or me
everyone on earth is dead
your plan fucked up
we're left to rot
I hope you sleep well
sleep well in the filth
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Zahahir
04:39
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Out of the Swamps
04:02
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out of breath, out of reach
out of all that keeps me from being seen
but still I hold my flag up high
higher than the cowards by my side
I can't control my lust-filled rage
this part of me is bigger than everything
out of the swamps
we still can't see
we still can't hear
the help we seek
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8. |
1,000,000 Megatons
13:32
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I now see through the ashes
one million tons of fallen aspirations
what will you say when everything is gone
when everything you knew was
just a temporary lapse in time
the fallout was more than we anticipated
as gods children we were told
we would never die in vain
this is the last chance that you will ever get
a storm came by
through the dead of the night
an old man cries for help
the infection grows
the bacteria inside you shows no sign of recovery
I have to kill you if we aim to survive
I can make it swift, only if you wish
I nailed him to a cross
I read the incantations
but no angels came our way
and soon figured out the demons kept at bay
it does not change the pain I feel
every single day of my life
foresaken, unclean, banished, unsacred
are the four words that best describe
the last breath of mankind
this is the last chance you'll get
make it worthwhile, make it count
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Trayl
Trayl is a one man project. Genre hopping like it's going out of style.
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