Cling to Past Memories
Wounded Masquerade
i hold onto fragments of what was never real. cling to the shards of what has gone astray, but it's no longer real. just a fading dream, lost in a void. forever searching for what once burned bright, now a dying flame.
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Wounded Masquerade – Cling to Past Memories
2:51 i'm no one anymore. remind me, what was i? remembrance of what i used to be.
this world has seen so many actors who didn't even play a scene. don't be one of them.
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i supposed to enjoy my life, not to fight for it everyday. i'm not a fucking soldier.
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Move Away
The Cigarettes
you move away, away from here, and now i'm here. i'm lonely here, it's so lonely here. a freezing cold inside my soul. i wish i was dead now, i wish i was dead by now, i wish i was dead.
i had forgotten how it felt to hate something more than yourself, and all thanks to you for not just to make me hate myself again, but to hate any kind of being that were, are and will be on this planet.
the meaning of hate is to love something so disgustingly to make yourself sick.
once this combination of flesh and bones could've handled any kind of hatred, but now it itself is the source of it.
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this race needs to end. and i'm not talking about the human one, i mean every single one of them.
we keep feeding ourselves with hatred and keep acting like the defenseless orphan childs. it's disgusting.
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in a world full of sickness, you have to be sick as well, or you'll be healed and wiped out.
We Are Doomed
Coldworld
blooming silence, flowers of the dead. falling eyelids, void inside the head.
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Coldworld – We Are Doomed
4:11 blooming sadness behind the brows, dancing dead ghosts in the clouds.