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Somniphobia
05:30
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Dread pure as fire
Drills through my rigid spine
Thoughts leak as eternal fractals
Purely led by themselves
I wear a cloak sewn by shadows
Rest in a room alone with my foe
I've crossed imaginariums of oblivion
To feel all I've done to myself
A handful of terror
A handful of doom
Every night fell into poetry
Till I remain in...
All my fears and nothing but me
Dark lullabies sung by my sole mind
Let the noxious nightmares spread and pray
for no demons to come
When they play, they will twist my brain
There is no worse time to exist
De-realization, my ego's daydreamt
All this chaos as my wriggling soul's
evoking grim creatures
How does my bittersweet conscience take place?
What am I when I'm not longer me in the trance?
self aware of my cells, and each one is shutting down
till the void absorbs us all
As I'm slowly giving up control
it goes driven by an imprisoned self
Evaluating me, so coincidental
and conceiving the idea of being
Alone hearing nocturnal heart beats
Waiting to myself to bring redemption
How does my bittersweet conscience take place?
What am I when I'm not longer me in the trance?
countless bugs creating mental itch
They build short breath rushing my chest
self aware of my cells, and each one is shutting down
Eventuality absorbs us all
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Get the Thief!
04:08
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Enough of acting
They burnt my skin as a branding
Why remain hid in a dark hall?
Marked as a warning,
I play against my understanding
I don't regret running away
In this world is to steal
or being stolen from
I tolerate no system oppression
I'm not a thief, I'm not a roach
I'm not a waste of flesh
(I'm a hero of this fucking)
In this world is to take
or being taken from
I tolerate no mental regression
I'm not a thief, I'm not a roach
I'm not a waste of time
I'm a hero of this fucking nation...
He's got our lives,
y'all point the finger at that preacher
He'll get his filthy hands cut off!!
He runs so fast,
His sandals caught on holy fire
He knows the town is closing in
Give us back the gold you stole,
You sneaky snail
Our eyes are blazing living embers
The path you chose
Is made with your poor convenience
Dying empty is on you
In this world is to steal
or being stolen from
I tolerate no system oppression
I'm not a thief, I'm not a roach
I'm not a waste of flesh
I'm a hero of this fucking
In this world is to take
or being taken from
I tolerate no system oppression
I'm not a thief, I'm not a waste of time
now i guess I'll run and hide
I've Found him...Here!
He's now all ours,
On trivial hands
Exciting all the morbid minds
Lust for revenge
Lost in grotesque
Exciting all the morbid eyes
Cut off the head
Right after hands
Right after skull, it's being smashed
Open his chest
Take out the ribs
Bring all the torches, burn him down
Feeling peace
Feeling guilt
Sing for forgiveness
Feeling peace
Feeling guilt
Sing for forgiveness
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3. |
Mirrors (Instrumental)
05:48
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Alux El Paso, Texas
Alux was born as a musical project which combines different musical styles that altogether came about to be a genre named ''Sympholk''. With the only need and desire in mind to describe journeys and adventures, Alux could not be described as a single creature but rather a whole kind that will provoke evocative thoughts to the masses of our very own race with their uniqueness and greatness. ... more
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