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blackhearted
06:20
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Dawn is the time
when nothing breathes,
It's the hour of silence.
Nothing moves!
Everything is transfixed,
everything!
only the light moves
It shines on you!
A sound stopped...
a movement stopped for more
For more than a moment
emptiness... that had been left inside
Left inside me...
ponder my shame...
My.. despair in seclusion.
only... the blackness of my heart
Blackness of my heart for company!
It’s the rattle
in a quiet moment...
A moment
settled...hovered...
remained for more than a moment.
Where there’s love, there is pain…
Where there’s darkness, there is light!
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Beyond ideas
of wrongdoing
there is a field,
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies
down in that dark
the heart is too full to talk.
like a slow growing
cancer to the soul
a trait of a true loss.
Secrets don’t sleep... until you bury them!
Heads you win
Tails I lose
Same side of the coin
Vicious fate
No return
No change of control!
Only the dead,
have seen the end of it!
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Roaming through these landscapes of debris,
with my feet well placed on earth,
I feel (afloat) floating, I feel (adrift) drifting,
but outer space is set behind,
and beneath me, the dirt, the sand,
the rocky trail once palmed on others' behalf,
seems more right than ever.
Purged from the darkness of (self) “rightness”
but sunk in perpetual self aware tidal waves...
I set sail!
Some milestones settled by mankind corrupt my core,
I just cannot ignore!
Misleading... No more!
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4. |
it was never meant
03:42
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The cruelest lies are often told in silence
The silence between us is flung wide as an ocean.
But I managed to reach across it,
to wrap my arms around you.
It was never meant!
Some old wounds never truly heal,
and bleed again at the slightest word.
it is better to speak, Knowing,
we were never meant to survive!
It was never meant!
I have learned now,
while those who speak about one's miseries
they usually hurt,
but those who keep (the) Silence, hurt more.
Remember...remember…
we were never meant to survive!
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The capsule of time that held me restrained,
has been shattered like the shackles
that once kept us tamed.
And the wind blows, the sound echoes
in all this vastness... emptiness,
it's not about "I", it's about "us".
It's not about “I” anymore…
The "city" is ours,
the stars are align,
the noise surrounding us,
relentless (thunder)bolts...
These are the proofs...
That we set our way...
We set the journey… WE set the journey!
it's not about "I", it's about "us".
It's not about “I” anymore…
Not about “I”!
even if it still resembles the silence,
we set our journey!
Where there’s Light… there is dark!
I can't sleep at night,
There's demons to fight!
Sleep at night, to many, to fight,
demons, at night… sleep… sleep!
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Grasp the scar just to feel the wound
Some pain has no relief
Reach your insides
Words can break
Nothing much for me to take
The chest’s like broken glass
Cracks wide open
Is wholeness possible
Even when one had been maimed
Am I broken
Your heart, can you feel
It's not real
Am I broken
Do broken bones
Really heal stronger
How much pain can you fit in one's chest
Your heart… Can you feel
It's not real
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forgive and forget
03:52
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a vicious circle...
something deeply rooted inside our heavy heart…
our heavy heart
forgetting fast everything spent together...
things might get right this time...
We fucked it up,
once again a vicious circle…
a vicious circle!
Hurt echoes through the deepest thoughts...
drifting away from the path...
Stay with the pain...
walk through it...
broken bonds...
glassy bones...
How can I be sad?
Forgive and forget
How can I be sad?
a vicious circle!
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Light... Dark...
A wedge-shaped core of darkness...
something invisible to others...
shed its attachments,
was freed from deception!
A blank page...
”where” I wrote my own…
(on which) I write my own fears…
I write my own fears..
The dead have nothing on it… nothing on it!
A wedge-shaped core of darkness...
something invisible to others...
shed its attachments,
was freed from deception! (Engulfed…)
The dead one tried to show me hell...
a pale imitation of the horror… Purged...
I can paint myself!
through the darkest of our days we become the light!
And one shrunk…
And one shrunk...
All the being... all the doing
Evaporated…
Darkness only exists because there is Light!
Purged by Light, Engulfed by Darkness…
Purged by Light!!!
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swallow the tears
07:17
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Mute the voices eating you...
swallow the tears sinking you!
Weather the storm that daunts,
Stitch the mouths that taunts!
You'll gasp for your breath at times,
drag your heavy heart,
drown your soul in the sea.
sooner or later,
The sea will dry up,
I always thought that time was a thief
Taking away the thing we love
But now i see that time gives
It gives before it takes
That every moment is a gift
That we should cherish
Like it was the last one!
you'll learn to embrace
What The (wet) sand revealed to you!
Swallow the tears!
you'll learn to embrace
What The (wet) sand revealed to you!
Swallow the tears!
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doomed to crumble
05:13
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Doomed to Crumble
There is no good or evil,
Only power,
and the ones weak enough to crave for it!
Just like butterfly wings,
Like butterfly wings,
As soon as you touch it,
they never
Never fly again!
We're doomed…
Doomed to crumble!
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REDEMPTUS Porto, Portugal
Blurring lines between metal, hardcore, punk and related sub-genres.
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