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Seul
01:56
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I thought this was the bad part.
No! The bad part is when you forget her.
When you don't care about her.
When you don't care about anything.
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Amisk
02:58
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Take a place,
have a tea tell me jokes about the weather i know its hard to admit that the city grows up
everything we built here is losing its breath//
the hardest part of falling asleep is the fear of staying awake//
didn't we once agree to let the flood cover every single roof and every damage that we tried to forget
after all i just remember all the laterns we broke at night and when we thought
„at least we made it this far“
...at least we made it this far...
when everything collides
i'm shure i won't be the one who stays
I would rather regret that i dont believe in anything
„get your shit together“
everytime i come home
I see the same fucked up faces
here the same fucked up voices
everyone i meet is having full time jobs
and I still remember every picture in your parents basement
we are still wasting time
when did we give up trying to make the fucking most of everything
i know its hard to keep on breathing
but from now on this place will be nothing more than a name in my head
not even a chapter in a book i would never read
when everything collides i will be nothing more than a name somewhere in a head
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Lacus/IV
05:02
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Once upon a time there was a magnet with a minus pole.
He tried to keep his positive side but life went hard on him.
Loss and distrust had made him who he was.
One day he met a magnet who he used to be connected to,
but when they lost sight of each other their force of attraction shrunk.
But that day everything seemed to be possible
and the magnet with the minus pole gathered all of his remaining positivity.
And they found love again.
Spending time together only strengthened their force of attraction
and nothing would ever fit between them. Nothing would ever fit.
But then the magnets had to separate paths for a while and the further and longer they were away
from each other, the magnet with the positive pole started to cut loose
the strings of force so that
she wouldn’t be torn away from her own life. That was necessary for her to assure to stay complete.
She had to stay complete.
But when they got back together they found nothing but loose ends.
But when they got back together they found nothing but loose ends.
The attraction was lost.
It was gone.
Not entirely, but certainly way too much of it.
Mending the strings would take time,
but they only had little of that.
They only had little of that.
They only had little of that.
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4. |
Frobisher/V
03:12
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People who stand up for their beliefs are blamed to be naïve. But that’s what fuels ideas and ideas bring change into a self-destructive system.
Oh please trust yourselves, I believe in you. Go chase your aims and never give in. Please trust yourselves, I believe in you. Go chase your aims and never give in. Never give in.
“There is no sense in what you do, it does not help to struggle through. Alone you can’t change anything.” That’s how they try (they try) to bring you down.
Vices masqueraded as virtues, virtues being ridiculed.
Everything is turned upside down in a world full of wrong values.
In this fucked up world nothing’s real everything’s a charade. Am I the only one undisguised? The only one uncompromised?
To live lives of dignity we have to be persistent and keep this beautiful mindset.
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5. |
Manouane/III
03:52
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Time is slipping away. I’m feeling tired and weak. Walk into myself, I’m going deep. Seeing things I’ve never seen before. But it’s all in my head and not in my mind.
Thoughts can’t pass the door. They are pushed back, by the fear of loss and memories you can’t toss. Going deeper, thoughts are passing. Try to grab them, but I’m missing.
Suddenly concussion, fall back to the start. Open my eyes and fall apart. Someone’s speaking, hands are shaking, anxiety spreads out. Calm words in my head, can’t find a way to rest. Lay down on the floor, close my eyes, breath is calm.
Listen to the words and time is slipping away. Time is slipping away.
Break down the walls of anger and pain to find the peace that lacks. Positive thoughts shrouded in cocoons.
Take a knife and set them free. Happiness flows my body and I feel calm again.
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