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PART I
Master of the vast theater of our thoughts, manipulator of our ideas, persecutor of our suggestions.
The brain is a fascinating organ.
It encapsulates Heaven , Hell, Reality, and Artificiality. An ardent semantic spiral that this sly attribute has fun imagining according to its inconstant frivolities, it leads us into an introspection making the infinite palpable. The sounds are muffled in the chaos of our nocturnal dreams. Our questions collide. The answers remain silent.
And when the stigmata of memory opposes time-induced abstraction, our memories become cloudy, our emotions rise in chorus, making our thoughts almost inaudible.
An explosion of colors. From red to black. To the silence. To the void.
PART II
At the moment when the tiny border separating our dreams from reality is shattered, the voluptuousness of nothingness mingles with the immoderates need to exist. The insecurity of the subconscious begins to dawn, sweeping away the discomfort of reality. Dimensions meet and collapse, our anxieties melt away, invoking our buried fears and our most heady obsessions.
It is in this dreamlike twilight that the mind emancipates itself. Freed from the tightness of rationalism.
PART III
Wake up !
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New awakening in the same skin
Every morning is the same old thing
(Touch my hands do I exist? Feel my lips I'm cold and sick)
Each day a new war begins
Consequences of my thousand sins
(So many feelings I can't reach. Rip my throat I cannot breathe)
Wake up break their bones
They never come alone
They'll eat your soul
Wake up get your gun
Vicious monsters in my head
Tell them to go away
I want them to fade away
How could it be ok?
Tell them now to go away
Wax puppets in my nightmares
Are they alive or are they dead?
I see bodies everywhere
Expressionless and evil made
(Dreams... Reality has ceased to be... Dreams...)
Wake up break their bones
They never come alone
They'll eat your soul
Wake up get your gun
Vicious monsters in my head
Tell them to go away
I want them to fade away
How could it be ok?
Tell them now to go away
Break me ruin me destroy my mind
I cannot die.
Break me ruin me destroy my mind
I cannot die.
BREAK ME RUIN ME
BREAK ME DESTROY ME
Fill my bed with snakes and lies
In my dreams I killed you twice
Fill my bed with snakes and lies
I'll kill you again tonight
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Locked inside trying to get out
It's hard to focus on the pretty things
When you're paranoid
A voice in the dark,
spreading all around
My brain is a cage
but you'd better beware
Blame me
Whatever I've said
Judge me
Like if I really cared
When the morning comes
Everyone's gone
Better to be alone
When the morning comes
Everyone's gone
Anyway they're all wrong
No need to watch under the bed
I'm not in denial, I'm stuck inside
All the monsters in my head
Will never go away
Blame me
Whatever I've said
Judge me
Like if I really cared
When the morning comes
Everyone's gone
Better to be alone
When the morning comes
Everyone's gone
Anyway they're all wrong
Blame me
Whatever I've said
Judge me
I don't give a damn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
Watch the world burn
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D.M.F.D
03:21
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I gave you everything that I could ever give
But what you really need is some new self esteem
(Wait what?)
When I see you sway on these old damaged strings
(I don't get it)
I realize than I could never win
This is not a lovely song to make you dance
not a lovely song
This is not a lovely song to make you dance
not a lovely song
Illusion's gone
Illusion's gone
Illusion's gone
Leave me alone
Take it
Drink my trust
Hate me Let me break free
Watch me disappear in the mess you've built
Let me destroy it
I know all your tricks, your dirty things,
you have no guilt
With your rotting mind you pushed me hard
Time to run from the noise of your lies
This is not a lovely song to make you dance
not a lovely song
This is not a lovely song to make you dance
not a lovely song
Illusion's gone
Illusion's gone
Illusion's gone
Leave me alone
Take it
Drink my trust
Hate me (Let me break free)
Watch me disappear in the mess you've built
Let me destroy it
Burn a flower
Smell the fire
Rest in peace
Burn a flower
Smell the fire
Ghosts don't exist
Die with these
Dead memories
A ticking time bomb you kept in your hands
From hot flame to cold light there's only one step
A ticking time bomb you kept in your hands
Burn in hell
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In my dreams I went so high
Met a girl who seemed out of time
Surrounded by ghosts she's so pale and tired
Shadows pumping love straight from her heart
But I don't care she says, because I'm already dry
Floating over the sea she tried to read my mind
When the night has come and all the masks are gone
Met a strange little demon playing with old bones
In a world of fake words It's easy to be wrong
Bats flying around like a weird cripple song
In the cold moonlight better to be alone
Looking though her eyes I see all hope is gone
But will you stay? she says, could we just have a drink?
Make up and big black boots she's dancing around me
And when the day has come in the new light she's gone
She's a sad little demon playing with old bones
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