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The unknown will always be a target
of suspicion and fear
a strange and fascinating force
That will lead us to sensations
never felt before
Striking
I will believe what I see
Let the light shelter me
Let the pain abandon me
So vivid
Strange visions occur
whenever I close my eyes
I can see fast lights and the colors of thoughts
Let it always end
What had begun
A new cycle
A new journey
Always trying to absorb all this light
Curiosity shines so bright
The subconscious united
To the noblest of feelings
So sweet were her hands
The smell of a sound
The crimson of kings
The echoes of life
The lights went out
But I can see anyway
This strange and fascinating force
Moves on
Still moves on
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Vento
00:55
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Off the Grid
05:32
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No one heard him say
No one saw it coming
No one would have made
A difference anyway
Tones of green, blue and grey
Amidst the trees a fire breathes
And fades away
Whole days came and passed
But the doubt that stirred all this
Has stayed the same
Everything
Would have to change
His habits and acquaintances
Rearranged
Surveillance mode is now engaged
Imposed on every man and every woman
He liked to think that he knew what he was doing
But the map was not the territory
One million lives
Unconsenting
One million truths
Apprehended
Fragments of news
Isolated
Some point of view
Unrelated
One million truths
Apprehended
One million lives
Unconsenting
To disappear
And live free
To disappear
Off the grid
Remember, remember again
Everything
Has now changed
His habits and acquaintances
Rearranged
Has he done the right thing?
Was it even possible?
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4. |
I'm Leaving Now
04:01
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The Altruist
05:30
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The clock stopped
A long shear of bright light
A series of low concussions
Each day is more gray than the one before
It is cold. I am growing colder
No animals have survived
As the world slowly dies
All the crops are long gone
Soon all the trees in the world will fall
The roads are peopled by refugees
Pushing their carts
There is fire on the ridges
And deranged chanting
Behold the valley of slaughter
Sometimes I tell the boy
Old stories of courage and justice
And if he is not the word of god
Then god never spoke
She was gone
Coldness - her final gift then
Dead in the darkness
I'm sorry, it's not blue
I'm sorry, she was gone
(lyrics based on the movie "The Road")
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