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Duality
05:06
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Entwined our lives became, weaved in decay,
Subconsciously we held the thread in disarray.
Our wounded past became a gilded tale,
We split the blame, return the grains left in our trail.
We're edges of the blade, each with it's song,
Held in contempt we're both a shadow craving.
Innocence that's lost to this addiction to
Significance, hidden in the fear of failure.
Hope will reach the balance that was set by our
"Maker's" speech, injected through our sins.
Why can't life be a mirror of our souls
But a beacon of our insanity
Disguised as virtue
(Cast you lies and sins inside the open cask,
Blend it in the needle made to thread your heart.
Cloak the dagger hide the poison from your eyes,
Drink the glass from brimstone made to quell the thought)
Innocence that's lost to this addiction to
Significance, hidden in the fear of failure.
Hope will reach the balance that was set by our
"Maker's" speech, injected through our sins.
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Circle
06:25
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Longing for what happens in their home,
I have lived it all.
Brushing through the silver lines that guide most lives,
I have lived them all.
I want mine to be as whole as those I've seen,
But still something tangible that I have built.
Cast away devotion (stole from others)
Cast them from my mind.
Crave for isolation (among others)
Crave a life of mine.
It can't go on I'm moving further from the goal I had in mind,
These random moments of my sanity can only be a gift,
I keep those words inside my chest of everything I can't hold still,
My fainting bones are tired of holding just the cloak of what I bear.
Cast away devotion (stole from others)
Cast them from my mind.
Crave for isolation (among others)
Crave a life of mine.
A song in the wind whispers from the dark.
The call, or maybe the cold, are waiting for me to fold.
Cast away the name and hide beneath the mask,
Breathe this lack of air that's wasted on my life,
Sample my disdain, it's voiced from ridden thoughts that I had hidden in the core,
I'm building ways to justify this lie.
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Heritage
06:51
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Once I lived deluded, in a fantasy tale, victim of an inception,
An idea sold with a silver tongue, a bargain,
A pavement made to bridge my faults and talents.
The shallow waters in which I bathe myself
Slowly tear my bones apart, till marrow they find.
Every string that's bound to mine,
With poison flowing inside, dissolve the fear of falling.
A solemn tale drenched in horror and appall,
For the humblest of gifts is a curse in irony wrapped,
And the burden is slowly tearing the foundations of my home.
The shallow waters in which I bathe myself
Slowly tear my bones apart, till marrow they find.
Every string that's bound to mine,
With poison flowing inside, dissolve the fear of falling.
I made my bed,
I can't come back,
I won't forget,
These walls colored red.
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Lackluster
04:38
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Oh the embers won't burn,
And I know all is lost, life's on hold,
I keep lighting the fire,
From the ashes, a mirror, of dust.
Keep doing as told,
Pretending not to be the person in the mirror,
Pretending to feel I safeguard my thoughts,
Avoid passing judgement or worse, being judged,
And I know all is lost in the blaze.
Oh the embers won't burn, but the ashes don't fade, the ashes won't fade.
Oh the embers won't burn, but the ashes don't fade, the ashes won't fade.
Lies portraying as truth,
Painted words in the wall jest me,
I carry the sins of the world
To dwell in them myself.
The reveries burn, defying my mind,
Welding the chains that shackle and bind,
The code is my source with objectives so faint,
I engrave the stone.
Programmed to stay on course, don't stray,
Disguise in place for people to crave,
The bitterness conceal, in sugar, to appeal,
I engrave the stone.
I reaped storms, sown in hate.
I hold truth, to guide my fate.
Oh the embers won't burn, but the ashes don't fade, the ashes won't fade.
Oh the embers won't burn, but the ashes don't fade, the ashes won't fade.
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Cognition
08:33
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Each taken step is a predetermined choice,
A mathematical thought, a calculated move,
Devoid of emotion, only reason as a guiding light,
There's no chance at stake, there's no instinct,
Every win or lose situation is analyzed and accounted for.
A formula born from the coldness of my essence,
My self-interest in the only thing at play.
The game stays the same
And I'm tired of holding the winning hand.
Through manufactured expressions and forged sympathy
I hold captive your attention to redeem my lack of empathy,
Step by step I reach the mountain, with coercion as my cane,
Every rock was built on questions that fiddle through my mind.
Now I'l fall to the ground or levitate?
Now what choice can I make?
What's my fate?
Fight back the need to be like the men I can't be.
Fight back the need to be like the man I can't reach.
The game never changes
And for once I don't want to pretend to be king,
The game stays the same
And I'm tired of holding the winning hand.
All the waste brought back in the waves,
I've been drowning without a hand to hold,
There are flashes of light in the depth
Filling my lungs with air, I'll keep swimming.
I preached what I believed in,
I'll settle with some warmth,
A minor semblance of love
Reaching out.
Can't I pretend some more?
Why is this haunting me?
My core has reached it's breaking point,
will restraining it hold the fort?
Cast away the name and hide beneath the mask,
Breathe this lack of air that's wasted on my life,
Sample my disdain, it's voiced from ridden thoughts that I had hidden in the core,
I'm building ways to justify this lie.
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6. |
Living Ghosts
06:51
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Some common sense hidden in a fantasy tale,
Should I be worthy of that knowledge
Knowing I ignored every advice I've been taught?
I sowed storms expecting wind, hid in my shell hoping for answers,
How does one feel whole without a semblance of a feeling?
Run until my fingers burn from chasing ghosts,
No, I won't stop until I break this curse,
Run until the beggar pleas for penitence,
No, I won't stop until I claim my soul.
Every hole I crawl in bears not the answer I seek,
For there's nothing to fill this void with and nothing to sate it's thirst.
Can't keep searching for existence,
Must embrace this fate with acceptance.
Will I dream again?
Or is it all over now?
I sowed storms expecting wind, hid in my shell hoping for answers,
How does one feel whole without a semblance of a feeling?
Run until my fingers burn from chasing ghosts,
No, I won't stop until I break this curse,
Run until the beggar pleas for penitence,
No, I won't stop until I claim my soul.
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7. |
The Bait and the Hook
05:12
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Every hero has its nemesis to weigh the scale,
The moon is bright but masks a darker face, with light it shines,
For black there's white, for north there's south, a mirror makes a pair for all,
Look for the path to find the past, find peace at last.
When two are one both come undone,
The answers lay in books erased.
Unlock the jail, drink from the grail,
I hold the key to the future I forbade to be.
From the sand I made the hourglass and turned it back again,
Ran astray from ripples of consciousness and whispers of wisdom.
Sentiment's a weakness to withold if losing means
Betterment, for better or worst I move forward till we entertwine.
In the cold light of morning the melodies awake to shape the decisions that I know are at stake,
A figure slumbers in the edges of my gaze to haunt my reason and trap me in it's maze,
The exit is so far yet I can feel it's warmth, I'll turn through the corners until I find the north,
Deep down my guts are telling me that I will find the shadow of my apathy.
Got nothing to hold on still I try yet in vain, and try to escape the uncertainty,
And I can't deny the fire won't burn if I don't feed its hunger, It'll just fade out with the wind.
Is it cold or warm when I find out?
Is it warm inside?
Is it warm or cold when you're in sight?
Is it my choice or yours?
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8. |
Reunion
05:51
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How can this be real?
Is this really happening or have I gone insane?
A million thoughts have never spun so quickly,
A spiral turned to circle orbiting insanity,
When answers turn to questions
I've either lost my mind or lost my will.
I feel it tingling, some sort of premonition,
As I draw closer I feel terrified
Of what awaits behind the curtain, behind the light.
Some things are better left untouched
Yet I touch them for the sake of touching something.
I know nothing.
I'll take every chance that I get,
It's better than not knowing if there's gold
Hiding in the open safe,
There for me to crave and hold.
Behave, don't look.
I'll blame every moment
That I didn't peek inside,
With paint staining
The ashes of my grey.
I'll stand tall and weigh the life I chose,
I'll buy back the nature of all men.
I'd rather be as normal as a person can be,
Expel the difference that indifference made me be.
I'll take every chance that I get,
It's better than not knowing if there's gold
Hiding in the open safe,
There for me to crave and hold.
Behave, don't look.
I'll blame every moment
That I didn't peek inside,
With paint staining
The ashes of my grey.
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9. |
Departure
16:05
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There's no instrument, no map or scale,
There are not enough signs to keep on trail,
There's only the end. There's this liberating end.
An escape from that which I have broken and can't mend.
I'll welcome death as an old friend, a sight for sore eyes,
When the tears have dried up, when the rain is at hold,
I keep telling me to go, I keep trying to fold,
I want it to be over, I want to be free.
I've had enough wailing, I'm leaving it behind,
I've seen the roads where you walked and where you used to hide,
I'd rather self-indulge and revel in my pain,
I've been in your shoes I know this will be in vain.
I've had enough wailing, I'm leaving it behind,
This way is the hardest but I'll go on.
I'll find the golden door where fragments are ignored,
I'll crave for nothing more, not even questions I abhorred,
I'll gaze upon the shore and hide among the horde,
I'll leave my painful war for someone less bored.
These words flying from my hand set this choice without remorse,
If I waver with the rope around my neck, promise made is promise kept.
Oh the embers have burned and now the ashes will fad,
Oh the embers are burning through skin and will fade with the ashes,
I will fade.
I sowed storms expecting wind, hid in my shell hoping for answers,
How does one feel whole without a semblance of a feeling?
I've had enough wailing, I'm leaving it behind,
I've seen the roads where you walked and where you used to hide,
I'd rather self-indulge and revel in my pain,
I've been in your shoes I know this will be in vain.
I've had enough wailing, I'm leaving all behind,
This way is the hardest but I'll go on.
I hold the gun in my hand,
I know what I must do.
I made my bed,
I can't come back,
These walls colored red.
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KÆLLING Marinha Grande, Portugal
We are a Progressive Metal band from Marinha Grande, Portugal. The band was formed in the beginning of 2017 and we started composing and recording our debut album, Lacuna, by February.
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