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Intro
00:21
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House Of Glass
03:00
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If I could choose to let myself go from this machinery
Of ignorance, hatred and fear but it`s my arms that carry this
This house is supposed to be made out of glass
But the bricks in my hands turn to dust, trickle away
If I could barely choose beyond the lines of my own
Between the everlasting guilt of existence on behalf
Of privilege and what`s inside that splendid home
Made out of glass
I`m part of this, I`m part of this
Degeneration of humility we`ve always been
Degenerated
But the appearances carry us
Hands bound on our backs
We still try to grasp
What we think belongs to us is within the house of glass
Degeneration of integrity we`ve always had
Hands bound on our backs
We still try to grasp
What we think belongs to us is within the house of glass
Hands on my back
I try to grasp
I stare inside
I`m part of this
If I could choose to let myself go from this machinery
Of ignorance, hatred and fear but it`s my arms that carry this
This house is supposed to be made out of glass
But these walls give me proof
I`m part of this, I`m part of this
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Captured
02:24
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So many miles we left behind through the longest days and darkest nights
So many times we were lost in a maze of thoughts
so many times we felt caught
The sky turns black
The sky gets heavy
Everyone is stuck on himself
It`s like the silence before the storm
Everyone is praying for their way of serenity
The billows shattered the mast
The helm has broken away
We sail around the seven seas – some called it luck
The mights of ghosts inside of us – we called it hope
This ship won`t sink
This ship won`t ever sink
„Wanderlust is nothing but longing of the human soul by itself“
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The Prodigal Son
02:23
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malignant bugs eating themselves through the flesh
deluting the truth, but there is no truth, there is only
a vague image of a reproduced image of a truth
they´ll promise eternity but cut out your eyes
in their delusion they won´t see whatever there is to see
i took the scars with the hope to find
but all i got is a rotten heart
how can a non-existence proof itself existent
when nobody is there to think of it
dysfunctional, perverted clones of an omnipotent thought
blaspheme!
willingly turning life into death
with the grin of a maniac
blaspheme!
it should be love but it is fear
that obscure the eyes of the son
heretic!
burn him to death,
he saw the inverted cross on the wall
the flame shall purify his soul!
let the grave be filled with love!
It´s the last home of the meaningless!
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