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Conceive the solstice
03:33
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Wake up from your self-doubt, wake up
I feel a presence in my skin which can infiltrate deeper, this time I will let it ride instead of me
I'm still looking out of my head and justifying my choices, can I destroy my self-esteem through fear?
I will die without knowing who I am
The words I didn’t say, the things I did not make, I catch them and pull ‘em out of me
The thoughts expressed through the actions , the only path to enlightenment
I feel so strange, I feel a slick, a slick inside my void chest
and now I try to spit it out as if it was a simple word, a scream that reminds me who I am
This will be my own portrait on my grave
The words I didn’t say, the things I did not make, I catch them and pull ‘em out of me
The thoughts expressed through the actions , the only path to enlightenment
Now I will live knowing who I am
Can I destroy my self-esteem through fear? Can I destroy myself?
I can destroy my self-esteem through fear, I can destroy myself
I can rebuild my self-esteem through thought, I can rebuild my self-esteem through words,
uncertainty is a constant state of mind that I destroy through real actions
my own portrait on my grave
Now I will die knowing who I am for real
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Love is a jail
03:39
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I tried to tell you "I am still there"
I'll never do it again
I'll never do it again
The difference between you and me is that you still see more sunsets than me
Have you ever tried to close your eyes and give the last farewell
maybe it's beautiful
Take your lies and leave my life
rays of sunshine on the flowers of July
You left marks on the floor where it seemed impossible to sow
You're a plague
You're a plague
and love is a jail
They are like daggers that pierce the hopes from my tired legs.
pencil marks made with broken tips
The sky is dark, I tear off the grass, hate is not my work
Take your lies and leave my life
rays of sunshine on the flowers of July
You left marks on the floor where it seemed impossible to sow
I don't have a reason to send you away
But I don't want to drown every day
I don't have a reason to send you away
love is a jail
love is a jail
I'll see you at my funeral's day
Take your lies and leave my life
rays of sunshine on the flowers of July
You left marks on the floor where it seemed impossible to sow
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I was tired of advancing in the fog, even though it was comforting
‘cause I did not need to close my eyes to shut myself up in myself
Second sight, clairvoyance, my feelings to be close to the end,
the disappointment will come when this dream will fade.
One more time, still a little time, to concentrate on my rewarding emptiness
Now I feel the end
He was driving disoriented in the fog, in my thoughts I see the light
The car was getting closer, I suddenly realize it was me driving, so I try to make time freeze
Second sight, clairvoyance, my feelings to be close to the end,
the disappointment will come when this dream will fade.
One more time, still a little time, to concentrate on my rewarding emptiness
Now I feel the end
Outside of my own frame, still decision-making, wond’rin what am I gonna do
Glances at each other make it all so fucking clear, let the crash scene begin
Sorry that isn’t real, perceptions hide no hope, this is not liberty, nought is all I want to be
Second sight, clairvoyance, my feelings to be close to the end,
the disappointment will come when this dream will fade.
One more time, still a little time, to concentrate on my rewarding emptiness
Now I feel the end
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Through the slums
04:33
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Believing in love for life, in the essential harmony, seemed easy and also convenient.
That night I went out searching for innocence, the small things that inspire confidence and peacefulness
I planted my good intentions
they didn’t grow into flowers
they remained buried and became
heavy and dusty fossils.
I spread my seeds on dry soil
and they didn’t grow into flowers
all that I expected to be
was instead a ghost of myself
They watch me and they take for granted that I am one of them
while they drink their drinks with no conception of time.
They laugh and fight and shout but what I’m searching for is not here,
it’s not me part of this world
Shall I grow in this world?
I planted my good intentions
but they didn’t grow into flowers
they remained buried and they
became heavy and dusty fossils.
I spread my seeds on dry soil
and they didn’t grow into flowers
all that I expected to be
was instead a ghost of myself
Shall I grow in this world?
Am I apt for this world
I planted my good intentions
but they didn’t grow into flowers
they remained buried and they
became heavy and dusty fossils.
I spread my seeds on dry soil
and they didn’t grow into flowers
all that I expected to be
was instead a ghost of myself
All in all nothing happened, I just smelled the shit in it, if I’d searched for something usual I could’ve stayed locked in my room
If this is life, life sucks
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Glances Bologna, Italy
We are Glances, melodic emotional hardcore from Bologna, Italy.
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