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Natsukashii
00:57
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2. |
Ikigai
04:22
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The sun was stolen from me
Time had no place
Words stuck at the foot of my door
Lost in the woods when I close my eyes
Trees standing tall, thin
The gentle breeze that crosses my face
As the sparkle falls to the ground
I found solace amongst those trees
I was not alone, words flew by my ears
The echoes of many
Echoes of many who are free
There is a feeling inside
scraping and tearing
Ripping in through my side
Setting ablaze to my own frame
Not concerned with feeling pain
There is a feeling inside
It’s burning, it’s tearing
I’ve done everything to hide
The sun was stolen from me
Time had no place,
Words stuck at the foot of my door
Lost in the woods when I close my eyes
Trees standing tall, thin
I’ve left a trail, leading to me
I know it’s nothing you want to see
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3. |
Covered the Cold Earth
04:20
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Frozen with fear
The ground starts to shake
Standing so nervous
How long does this take?
Walking for hours
Leaves cracking from the weight above
Regret is sinking in
fires at night
Hands tight on the blade
Remember this version
Won’t come back the same
Walking for hours
Leaves cracking from the weight above
Regret is sinking in
Bones are trembling with every step
Eyes closing,unsure if they will open again
Any sense of pity must be cast aside
Force the last breath from their body
Fear must not reside
Pain, something to hide
Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill.
Thrust towards the abdomen of this man
Seeing so many with fear on their face
Unsure if home will be gazed upon again
Overwhelming light that bled into our eyes
Stitching back the memories
Rain bringing out the fragrance of the earth
Frozen with fear
The ground starts to shake
Standing so nervous
How long does this take?
Walking for hours
Leaves cracking from the weight above
Regret is sinking in
A decorative display of flesh
Viciously stabbing his chest
It's not for honor;
Their lives will mean something through my blade
I won’t stop twisting until I see the light fade from their eyes.
The red on the ground... is it the sun?
Could the blood on my hands be washed from my tears?
No. So I rub the guilt into my own eyes.
Torn of his flesh, he begs again.
Seething between my fingers
No mercy. Only skin.
They bow down in a grace so betraying
of their own will to live.
A funeral march led by the apathy of man
Oblivion, I will bring you with me.
Only if you promise not to take me with you
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4. |
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A life of fear
A life of trepidation
A home now scorched
beyond all recognition
Displaced, disgraced
a mother clings to her child
what once was clean and pure
has now been turned to bile
Only asking for a simple change
From the so called apex species
Smoke covers the air. Black.
Flames erupt below. Ash.
The remains of our kin rain down
In the end, the earth will prevail
Laughing through the last dying man's wails
Ecosystems shattered
They too, soon will suffer
Condemned to a future that is bleak
Will they discover what has truly mattered
Forsaken, they know what they must seek
A life of fear
A life of trepidation
A home now scorched
beyond all recognition
Displaced, disgraced
a mother clings to her child
what once was clean and pure
has now been turned to bile
Gaia bleeds
As they bend the earth to their will
We all bleed
As they bend the earth to their will
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5. |
The Wrath
05:31
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Distraught, deadly and uncomfortable
Drowning in the masses.
An internal fight that causes doubts to what I really am
Eyes wandering down to my feet in absolute repugnance
Entering rooms with constant discomfort
It’s infinite
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society’s pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else.
It feels like a battle that I cannot win
Imagining the steel as it pierces my skin
Listening in on conversations from an empty room
Hearing all the ones you love spreading lies as “truth”
Methods of electrocution to create a normal you
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society’s pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else.
Is this me?
Yes me
Not you
Not you
Truth cannot be spoken for reality
To bring upon the wrath of our society’s pleas
To submit to their will, and lie to myself
Subjected to this torture from everyone else.
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6. |
If I Do Die
04:42
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Constantly crashing
The air smells like plastic
Lost in the mattress
I promise to crack this.
The craving gets sweeter
I start to get weaker.
Flames burn from below
As time starts to show
Unsure of my fate
Does a casket await?
Or a box in the cold
With my thoughts all alone
There’s a rush I can not describe
There no qualms if I do die
I find comfort in the sprint towards the last slumber.
Comfort in pain
Destroying
Bodily functions
Hunger is gone
So is my taste
Clawing my face
I’m starting to trace
Needing assistance expelling my waste.
The craving gets sweeter
As I start to get weaker.
Flames burn from below
As time begins to show
There’s a rush I can not describe
There no qualms if I do die
This is a cry for help
I need someone else
Someone to carry me home
Someone to carry me home
Just one more chance.
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7. |
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A mother wails in pain as the child is born
18 years or more, time to settle the score
Each time she dilates,
A growing list she creates.
Dig away at layers covering my fragile heart
Start at my feet and scrape up to my shins
Leaving the residual to barely scar
As the years went by you became a ghost
Disappointing, disappearing when I needed you the most
“Now, it begins.
Fresh skin to maim
When I’m finished with you, you will not be the same.
Please, cry harder
It makes me stronger
Knowing the power I’ll hold over you
You’re not to question
You’re to nod yes
Don’t worry honey, I am trying my best
Slowly you will learn
I’m not concerned
I am control”
Dig away at layers covering my fragile heart
Start at my feet and scrape up to my shins
Leaving residual to barely scar
As the years went by you became a ghost
Disappointing, disappearing when I needed you the most
Painted.
In your disguise
Perfection
Caressing my eyes.
“Now that I have you, right where I want you
Spirit’s now broken
Mental exhaustion
The seventh of the second
The day that you wrote this
I need you alone,
It’s time to come home. “
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8. |
Her Opus Mangled
04:50
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As ice cracks on the ground beneath
I hear nature around me weep
We’ve cut into her fragile womb
With every step,
With every step, they break.
Unplanned warfare,
A Fight so unfair,
So self aware
No need to share.
Needlessly ripping roots from soil
Tossing life in and let it boil
This mother sobs,
This mother sobs into cold hands
Unplanned warfare,
A Fight so unfair,
So self aware
No need to share.
Destruction caused from ignorance
Death comes from indifference
They’re-crushing, they’re ruthless.
Untold numbers of deceased by hands of primitive beings.
Asphyxiate, disintegrate,
Helplessly watching her opus mangled
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9. |
Horadric Cube
05:06
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Woke up from this endless nightmare
To find lacerations side by side
This repetitious feeling will take a life
Two decades have past
How long will this last?
Shattered glass across the floor
For only seven years,
A lifetime this seems to last
Frozen, surrounded by blood soaked glass
The sun does not shine in this horrid place
Trembling with tears,
All smiles are erased.
Stigma runs ramped,
First laughter, then crying,
This tiny blue cylinder will numb all five of your senses
Soon to be distraught and co-dependent.
Only given 15 minutes to speak to the ones outside the walls
Three cycles of the sun and moon have past
Finally feeling the touch of grass
Two decades have past
How long will this last?
Is it, all inside?
Woke up from this endless nightmare
This endless nightmare
My mind is not my own
Inside I am not alone
Inside I am not alone
Hidden, from the world.
A secret, locked away.
Eternal torture, unseen by all.
Imbalanced by nature,
To no fault of my own.
The sun on the horizon
Is a battle I’ve won.
Staring at the blood soaked walls
Is it all inside?
Staring at the blood soaked walls
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10. |
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It preys upon your empathy
your will to take
take on the suffering of others as they bleed
take on the the struggle of those brought to their knees
There's no warning
It's consuming me
The agony devours
Taken its toll on it
The soul is torn away with ease
Beyond reason, we choose to shoulder the burden
The shadow creeps in and tightens up it's grip
Time slows to reveal that
we no longer have capacities to feel
Invisible enemy
It’s stalking...a host
Starts with one and it spreads from there.
Slicing within and start to tear.
It preys upon your empathy
your will to take
take on the suffering of others as they bleed
take on the the struggle of those brought to their knees
There's no warning
It's consuming me
The agony devoured
Taken
It all turns out the same
Alone
Beyond reason, we choose to shoulder the burden
The shadow creeps in and tightens up it's grip
Time slows to reveal that
we no longer have capacities to feel
Helplessly drowning,
Secluded, self inflicted pain resides
This feast won’t stop
Lost all control
And suddenly the power, changes
what I'll be and can't control
Beyond reason, we choose to shoulder the burden
The shadow creeps in and tightens up it's grip
Collecting the sorrows,
Longing for the taste
You’ve lost all control
[Control]
The little we know
It terrifies us
Rescind the dreaming of our losses
They've only begun
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11. |
Gyokusai
05:05
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I have found my reason for being, but it's too late.
The thunder of my heart beats
Urgently caressing my arm
A disgusting stench that stuck
As Lightning laced the sky
Terror spreads through my bones
A Symphony of souls
Tasting the rot, that fills the air
Lips stained with blood, hands filled with hair
No Solace in the knowledge I have gathered.
The handle points towards my flesh
Finally finding what I’ve been seeking, eternal rest
Every soldier slaughtered
Was a man, a father
Look towards the sun
Symphony
Symphony of souls
I see the sun, one last time
I finally have the words
The Trees are gone
I am no longer lost
I have found my reason for being, but it's too late.
I have found my reason for being, but it's too late.
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