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Glittering nothingness
01:55
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Through barren land. See your ideals lying in the sand. Abandoned. Forsaken. It’s a pilgrimage to materialistic, glittering, bright shining promises. The journey is the reward. Buying determines consciousness. And its not their fault. Fault?
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A bridge less
02:38
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Another bridge caved in. Demolition Inc. Order books flowing over. No one asked the owner. And this owner, this is me. Try to stop it, explain and plead. Or in the end I am cut off. But they refuse and they say their client is me.
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Focus on you: You like to see yourself in a way, that you appear so unique. Seperated per se. Hallucination pursuits you to be “outsiders”, “rebels”.. I think you are a book with a swollen cover, a title that promises nothing. And all pages empty. With a smile, you enjoy the antipathy and you know what you are. Reactionary views, rearward beliefs, conservative consensus put in a subcultural dress. True difference means constant process. Progressing. Emancipating. From you assholes!
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Atlas' fear
03:31
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It‘s not the rain, that hammers on these shattered walls. That hasn’t stopped for days.What keeps me from sleep for hours. And not the flickering lights outside, a morbid poem in the night. Promise hope to the lost ones not to be let down this night. This is a task, that i cant stand. But sometimes nightmares just dont end. It is this weight in my hands, on my neck, inside my head, and it becomes too heavy to bear. Fractures in the spine, sinking knees from on high. No hope for noone. All let down this time.
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Am Grat
02:57
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Wann endet diese ungebremste Fahrt auf den Abgrund zu? Nasser Boden und die Bremsen scheinen zu versagen und ihr zeigt keine Reaktion. Im Bilde und doch nicht imstande zu handeln. Dann wird es plötzlich so glatt unter den Füßen. Das hat doch wirklich niemand wissen können. Steilhang. One Way. Alles hergerichtet am Abgrund. Steilhang. One Way. Der Aufprall kommt. Zeit. Nah.
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Sabotage
04:06
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The air tastes like iron and the clouds are hanging deep. All the town is sleeping, but I‘m lying awake. Despair is a cold hand, that tightens around my bones. All my blackest nightmares gather in my thoughts. Under this starless sky we enlight our ways ourselves. All the town is burning, and I‘m running with the pack. Rage is the fuel, that‘s driving our engines, a wall of rain will wash away our traces. Target spotted. Going according to plan. „I know you worried about me. And you fear everyday that i‘ll vanish in a hole in the wood. I regret that, but there are some things that have to be done by someone. I hope you understand.“
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Staring into space
03:40
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The place where I want to be right now can not be far enough from here. Cut the ropes. Scorch the earth behind me. And leave this town in flames. I will find it in another hemisphere, hold fast to this matter. These narrow walls are not what they seem, I want to never wake up again from this hopeless dream. It may be the same firmament, but it is the other end of it. Rename all the stars and let it go. We are all alone in the end.
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Fractures
02:18
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„Try again, fail again, fail better“.* I know the shadow sits on your neck. I know these feet have seen many roads.
And not all of them led to somewhere. Look into the night. It offers you just lies. The answers you must fight out with yourself. Did it all collapse? Did these fractures cut you down? Or did you grow? Look at me, you‘re not alone. Don‘t let these fractures cut you down.
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Kyrest Erlangen, Germany
Dark and heavy Hardcore.
2008 — 2016
We disagree with all forms of oppression and discrimination, like racism, sexism, antisemitism and homophobia.
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