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Deviant Shapes
07:22
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Maimed but still conscious
Creep along deviant shapes
Madmen behind the windows
Look at me in wide-eyed surprise
Dumb hierophants
Laugh mutely, looking at sky
Under the dim street lantern
Two old men are rolling the dice
Once again I try to concentrate
Recollect the reason of all this
Hardcore mess impossible to sate
Granting void, tough and tremendous
Fanciful face is smiling ugly
Engraved on ceiling of this world
Deviant shapes cut capers around me
Urge me hard on fixing the rope
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Stillborn Knowledge
08:06
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Silent hell within my mind
I'm deep in thought since I was born
Lethargic vigil fills my dreams
I hear echoes of those who mourn
Mirrors are covered with snow-white sheets
Dismal whispers hide in the corners
What are you doing? Is this a game?
Why do you treat me like a goner?
In single file they come to me
Mumble something, rub their eyes
Voices too low, faces too grim
I just can't get what are you trying to tell me
I have stopped dead in the middle of motion
I am the rock in the centre of mountain stream
My stillborn knowledge disinfects your sympathy
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Homecoming
06:33
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Cornered by soft walls
Eviscerated by cure
I am just an empty shell
Straightjacket hugs me with love
Defending from my hands
Never lets me coming home
And only in feverish dreams
I lie in blood again
I hang myself again
At my home
Cold and white corridors
Blinking light, drugs on time
Sobs and moans behind the wall
Fill my uprooted soul
Unsteady shades from the scenes
Of all my ends in native home
They inspire me to fight for my death
To seek the path to my home
Syringe
Pull out
Drive it
Into his neck
And run away
Footfall and screams
Guards' broken arm
Laughter in wards
Howling alarm
Black branches and moon
Barking of dogs
Soon I'll be gone
Soon I'll be home
Soon I'll be home...
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Rain As Cure
03:12
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Black Silent Piers
06:34
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Black silent piers
Somewhere above
Call me sometimes
To give one more glance
On place of my choice
My last choice
Dance of the waves
Beauty of the deep
Faces among waterweeds
Stone chained to legs
Keeps me safe
From all of bad
Mossy surface of the ruins
Stones whisper all my names
Hollow sounds of that one song
Force me to forget you all
What you’ve got for me, you drowned god?
Everything is so familiar
Centuries of refined torture
Gave me knowledge of the elder ones
When death passes your time will come
And you will sleep no longer
Give me the power to calm down the waves
So I can hear your call
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Futility Report
08:37
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Glow of fire storming somewhere in the sky among the stars
Lightens up the countless rooftops with a tender golden light
Under roofs beloved nooses hug the necks now and again
Guard the wrinkled mental health against reality
Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong to this world
Embarrassed dead men drag themselves alongside endless walls
Trying to comprehend why they still belong here
Roadways reek of the madness
Noone walks plague-stricken streets
Only lanterns patrolling
Beacons for the restless souls
Drowned men stay in the row
At deserted silent piers
Follow dying old man with their eyes
Full of salty tears
Massive cross of intellect
On the back of mental patient
Presses me into the ground
Shedding pain and desolation
All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
Heavy rain through all the life
Deafens incoherent prayers
All the efforts are futile
All the attempts are condemned to failure
In the mad world where God
Has become the first self-killer
All the efforts are futile.
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