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Mantraps
03:10
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loop within a loop and life within a life
and dream within a dream within a ring that circles
round the spiral round the ring
this color fits you real good
these goods are coloured new black
circling around and living life within a dream
and dream in circles of the spirals
that are spiralling around the ring
nice you are so nice and you are pretty in this colour
that is coloured like another colour
that’s another shade of fucking grey
mantraps
made of copper wire
silhouettes and whispers
wounds and open fire
never ending mornings
righteous men and liars
flowers are to wither
lust and dark desires
sordid mess
mantraps
mantraps
mantraps
mantraps
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2. |
Whatever
05:06
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come inside
please take a seat
we haven’t talked for a long long time
finally
you may feel yourself free
from your body and from your mind
holy god
I feel that you shiver
you’re not used to having no skin
I believe
you are non-believer
so you don’t see whatever is real
whatever stands behind
whatever casts a shadow
whatever makes you feel fright
whatever rocks the trees
whatever gets you anxious
whatever whispers at nights
I would love
to have honest talk
but you don’t know a thing about honesty
there are doors
you’d love to keep locked
but nothing can be locked for eternity
I don’t really care
what’s your excuse
for pretending to be blind, deaf and dumb
there be pain
until you refuse
the whatever… comes to your mind
whatever stands behind
whatever casts a shadow
whatever makes you feel fright
whatever rocks the trees
whatever rocked your cradle
whatever whispers at nights
whatever
whatever
whatever casts a shadow
whatever
whatever
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3. |
Ladders
04:24
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these letters don’t feel right
these ladders don’t feel safe
you want to hold me tight
but can’t you see I’m not okay
performing our last rites
under the skies of black
and as our cities burn
we won’t be ever coming back
I crawl on seven legs
I pierce the frozen soil
I turn life into mud
I turn mud into oil
I drain the rivers dry
I paint all colors grey
the hatred is my fuel
extinction is my name
I don’t feel right
I don’t feel safe
the skies are black
I’m not okay
I don’t feel right
I don’t feel safe
our cities burn
you see I’m not ok
these letters don’t feel right
these ladders don’t feel safe
you want to hold me tight
but can’t you see I’m not okay
performing our last rites
under the skies of black
and as our cities burn
we won’t be ever coming back
these ladders don’t feel safe
these ladders don’t feel safe
these ladders don’t feel safe
(don't feel so fucking safe)
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4. |
Lightless
07:20
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the void has never shined so bright
I tried to force myself to live
it felt like walls and ceiling grabbed and squeezed me tight
and once again I failed to breathe
darkest hours and lightless years
shaking hands and making deals
broken lives and fallen leaves
please just don’t forget to breathe
I’ve seen your image on the wall
I couldn’t help but giving in
the agonising seconds always seem to long
for hundred million lightless years
darkest hours and lightless years
shaking hands and making deals
broken lives and fallen leaves
please just don’t forget to breathe
shaking their hands
making the deals
covering heads
and nobody got stealed
swearing to god
not to make a mistake
meeting ourselves
on a silver lake
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Berliner Lvft Berlin, Germany
In the gutters of Berlin there's a band that howls like a banshee in the night. Berliner Lvft, they call themselves, and they're a motley crew of misfits who live to drink and get high. Four weirdos who make the devil's music with aluminum neck guitars and strange tunings that would make your ears bleed. A raw, unfiltered energy that shakes you to your core and leaves you gasping for air. ... more
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