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Construct, Rebuild.
05:02
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Why do you need something to believe in?
Why can't you see what they have made you believe to be real?
How could a fake image of a higher presence
That is nothing more than just an illusion ever guide you?
The downfall of a higher ground, the absence of a nether world...
Images we created fall apart
[abolish / unskilled] to put the parts in place
[construct / rebuild] every piece deserves its space
[abolish / unskilled] long enough I've raised disgrace
[construct / rebuild]
Why do you need something to believe in,
Where you could put all your hopes to let them rest?
Why do you crave so hard for guidance?
If only you could overcome what keeps you silent
When any option given, oh, is to feed...
It is to feed the tyrants [above you]
To feel the need to take the lead
To disagree, if you want to live free
Relieve them, reform lands and leave them in further trance
Before it's all far worse
Go retrieve man beforehand and bleed for their furtherance
Before we all are cursed, submersed, dispersed...
To feel free at first, when seedlings burst
Why do you need something to believe in,
When you even can't believe in yourself?
Why do you crave so hard for guidance,
When any option given is to feed the tyrants?
Oh is to feed, oh is to feed...
It is to feed the tyrants [above you]
To feel the need to take the lead
To disagree, if you want to live free
Solitude connected us.
But as soon as we noticed, we got distracted by isolation.
Put back into an innocent state, left alone, dissolving into essence...
I can finally feel myself...
Breathing again, being able to witness -
The beauty of living, a beauty to strive
The duty to fit in, a cruelty to life
[I can breathe again] the beauty of living
[I can see again] a beauty to strive
[I can hear again] the duty to fit in
[I can feel again] a cruelty to life
[I can be again]
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Ropes
03:56
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We've witnessed every failure but never really tried to make a change
Because fortune seemed so far away, just too far away to reach
Forgotten documents tell stories we deleted from our history
They still might store an answer...
Give me a reason so that I'll make this place worth living
Humanity is long gone, so do we still need to redeem ourselves?
Because nothing is more human than the failure itself
Treason, suppression and murder... it's all human...
Reshape our imprints
Symbiosis fails in egocentrics who strive for perfection
Follow me into the dark and I'll show you all the hidden places of our minds
And all the parts we deeply hide
A thousand faces that I've come to know share one and the same expression
If you don't like the mask just change it
And as you hide behind your masquerade with your hands held on your back
What do you expect me to see? Oh do you even want to be seen?
And as the cuffs around my hands get tightened and the waters drown my breath
I feel forced to be enlightened, to be held captive on this path I won't follow
Put a rope around my neck, but make sure it is tight
And strong enough to endure the disgust and hatred that I kept for you
Put a rope around my neck
One day I'll bring it back
Weary...
We're all too weary to escape the stasis
We're all too weary, because it's easier to maintain this state
Time is running faster than we are running away from time
Unveil your stunning master and put him back in line
We've witnessed every failure but never really tried to make a change
Because fortune seemed so far away, just too far away to reach
Follow me into the dark and I'll show you the light to release yourself from suppression
[Follow me] you just need a little taste of fortune
[Follow me] to put you back on track
And it's all in your hands, the same hands that tie the ropes.
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