1. |
whoami
07:16
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Is this a different face
than the one I’ve looked at so many times in the mirror
Is this the same road
that I’ve taken all along
Or am I someone else shedding my skin on the way
Burn the fields of sorrow
Catch the fleeting moment
Hold the thread to navigate the corridors of my mind
The ever-changing shape of tomorrow
The subtle distinction of pleasure and torture
You carry the weight of the things you thought you left behind
A sum of words uttered
conflicted thoughts unspoken
and imperfect copies of the self
An image through lights distorted
a corroded existence bound by desire
a set of mutations, a string of events
These hands that hold the key to my oblivion
These arms that cradle a moribund dream
Are we the same?
Am I insane?
Can anyone tell us apart?
My former shell
My future self
Am I the rope in a tug of war that holds them together?
(Memories fade
but under the shade
it all comes back in waves)
Was I even real
unable to heal
Am I to become traces of footsteps in the sand?
The liberating moment of letting go
Become one with the currents of time
Immerse yourself in these waters
Emerge; a new you; dressed in white
The inevitable path to confusion
A repetition, a delusion
“I was not
I was
I am not
I don’t care”
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2. |
Stachte
00:52
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3. |
Blue On Black
07:52
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Shadows of ourselves
Dying in the night
Drowned in every thought
Stranded out of sight
Spectres of our trenchant views
Echoes in an amber mine
Dissolving spines, blinding eyes
In a deaf abyss, outshined
Scenes of immortality
Crowding for the screen
Burning flesh, a faint caress
All reside in me
Little more hidden
Little less seen
Different from whom
We've always been
Tired of drudging on
I've varnished my arms black
Pressed your fingers on my face
And carried you on my back
Little more hidden
Little less seen
In another place now
We all have to bleed
Sick of moving on
I've bended my mind back
Scattered your ashes on my face
And held you in the black
Little more of you
Little less of me
Crimson dyed locks
Bind me in a dream
I'm tired of turning back
Little more of you
Little more of me
Blood painted rocks
Drown me in the stream
I'm tired of turning back
The kind of blue I seek
Was always in your black
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4. |
Enigma
06:42
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Riddle me this
What is that which goes 'round and 'round
Chasing the hands of a clock
And running away from consequence
Withdrawal of belief
That keeps your swollen feet on the ground
A demon of many faces
Challenging the singularity of consciousness
Riddle me this
What shoulders the weight of the world
Lifting the curse
A king of deeds improper
Perpetuation of grief
Once you could lift your feet off the ground
A demon of many faces
This day shall be your parent and your destroyer
You hold the fragments of the whole under the tainted sun
All the dots around you ready to be aligned
The answer would set you free
But you indulge yourself in silence
You refuse to see
A voluntary blindness
Who‘s the victim
Who‘s the murderer
Who keeps on living
And who‘s alive
To find me
You’ll need to dig deep inside
To fight me
Your inhibition must be left behind
To embrace me
You must abandon all control
To erase me
You must break the bond, stand reborn
To find me
You need to dig deep inside
To fight me
Your inhibition must be left behind
To embrace me
You must abandon all control
To erase me
You must break the bond, stand reborn
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5. |
Syopee
03:36
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6. |
Shelt3r
07:30
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Close your eyes
Remember your soundless sighs
I've lost more than I ever
Shared with you
Feel my voice
Rumbling around your neck
Sucking the air out of you
Blinding your view
Break me! Mold me again
Break me! Mold me again
Pay the darkness
With all that's keeping me sane
Trace my touch
Slowly upon your breasts
Binding your arms into mine
Muffling your cries
Hold my head
Tightly between your thighs
I'll give you a pleasure
You'll need never hide
Drown me! Cleanse me from the rain
Breathe new life into me
Bequeath me your pain
Gorge my eyes. Wake by my side
Drifting red memories of you
only remain
Bite my lips
Weave my flesh unto yours
Give me sweetness and strain
Shelter me in you
Kiss my lids
Clutch my hand at your side
I've shared more than I ever
Lost with you
I've shared more than I ever
Forgot beside you
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7. |
lethe
03:39
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εδώ
μέσα στα λιγοστά φώτα της πόλης
εκεί που ζωγραφίσαμε
βράδια ατελειώτα τα όνειρα μας
εκει που ο ήλιος
παίρνει άδεια απ' τα κτήρια
για να φανεί στους μαύρους δρόμους της
εδώ κεράσαμε φωνή την μοναξιά μας
ώσπου να 'ρθεί
το επόμενο πρωί
και το ξημέρωμα
μας βρήκε στους δρόμους από χτες το βράδυ
μ' ένα φεγγάρι κόκκινο κι ολόγιομο
πρωινή δροσιά και μια λαχτάρα για το αύριο
εκείνη στεκόταν
ακίνητη
κοιτάζοντας με επίμονα καθώς απομακρυνόμουν∙
της υποσχέθηκα πώς θα ξανάρθω
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Kokkinià Athens, Greece
Kokkinià
a 4-piece
heavy prog band
from Nikea, Athens,
Greece
Savvas Kalymnios, Drums & Percussion |
Andreas Moutsis, Bass |
Vangelis R, Vox | Marinos T, Guitar, Keys |
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