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On the wet sand the dream is laying unfulfilled
Frail innocence died at the shore of cold hate
Aversion for those who made it through hell
In the land where pigs defend guilty myths
In the cold Mediterranean graveyard
A straggle to reach the shores of hate
Rapidly Increasing losses
Death reaps upon weak, disguised as hope
while the world observes and guilt is long gone
final moments adrift to unfeelingness
In the cold Mediterranean graveyard
A straggle to reach the shores of hate
Defend guilty myths
Defend your land, pigs
The dream is gone, unfulfilled
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A Spontaneous Reaction
01:39
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Never try to accept.
Drenched in regret.
Reaction formation.
Intensive repression.
Never try to accept.
Blown by an explosive sense.
The noose of guilt tightens,
under the weight of tolerance
Can't hide the feeling,
the storm between each heartbeat.
Can't hide the feeling,
the searing crowd, absorbs reactivity.
I kept the fire, the lightning, the ruins, the blood,
inside me for long, I no longer can...
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Choking on Sunshine
02:00
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Cold and indifferent suddenly all became
Burning among preachers of love
No response to the questions I'm choking on
Poisoned knives and malignant smiles
Inside malice days, I aimlessly exist
No response to the questions I'm choking on
Choking on questions
Suffocate in nonchalance
Hate will bleed fear
Hate will bleed fear
Hate will bleed fear, till love
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Tears Fueled Hell
01:24
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Torn by indifference
Spinning on the axis of fear
Another sworn servant
Another committed gear
This story goes on and on
Struggle keeps up
Blood turns to gold
Us turn to dust
Compromise
A part of the wheel that leads to demise
Sanitize
Reality from truth that makes you tense
Compromise
Another one willing to get sacrificed
Realize
The hand that feeds you is as long as your chains
Wishes bleed guilt
Tears fuel this hell
Sucked into solitude
Put the blame to the rest
KNEEL, BLEED, SUFFER, FEED
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I Carry Plague
01:52
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I carry plague
I exhale death
I sail on oceans of blood
And rivers of cold tears
I rise over the flood of grief
I lay to rest on the dead world
I carry plague
I exhale death
I respire black vapors
I fed myself with demise
Wherever you look, everything rots
Decay is what I leave behind
I carry plague
I exhale death
All become victims of my greed
I am eternal darkness in the form of disease
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