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Salute!
03:53
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Boys, you must not stiffen. Crawl and fade your freckles. Hide your unbroken voice.
More you show your teenaged years, they'll come.
The crows, the wolves, the cravers of your blooming pasture. Don't waste it.
Wake up the beast. You'll skim the sand on the blood in your hands.
Break off the feast. Awaken the giant that sleeps in your heads.
You'll lose your limbs, your tongues unless you run faster than fear.
Until the sun goes blind and you lose your breathe,
Let the fear control your emotion. Don't let'em besiege you.
Your muscle is to fire. Your heart is made of iron. Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
Command above desire. Rage against denial. Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
Drink up the squeeze of reckless ambition that lie in your manhood.
Whisper, no scream. The thousands of eyes will be after your heads.
You'll lose your limbs, your tongues unless you run faster than fear.
Until the sun goes blind and you lose your breathe,
Let the fear control your emotion. Don't let'em besiege you.
Your muscle's to fire, the sense is not required. Obedience is the only rule for to answer.
Your muscle's to fire, the sense is not required. Obedience is the only rule to answer.
Time has come. Ignite the ocean. Raise the flag. Draw guns. Align all over the frontline.
Your muscle is to fire. Your heart is made of iron.
Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
Command above desire. Rage against denial.
Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
Your muscle is to fire. Your heart is made of iron.
Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
Command above desire. Rage against denial.
Castrate'em first before you lose yours.
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Limbo
05:11
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Boy, do you still believe you might have a chance to sidestep this inevitability?
You heard the sound of bugler blowing his horn, but there's no way out
and you finally see the doom getting near and near.
Here the bodies of the soldiers flutter like a petal within this hail of metal.
Half alone, half together, boys are screaming like a bird within this hail of metal.
And they'll never get back.
'Boys who died young, are they in heaven with the Lord?' you asked.
And she told you, 'No. They go to limbo in the sky'.
Your little eyes wept tears, but your mama didn't know your secret hope to be with her
when the doom comes near.
Here the bodies of the soldiers flutter like a petal within this hail of metal.
Half alone, half together, boys are screaming like a bird within this hail of metal.
And they'll never get back.
Hearing the sound of bugler blowing his horn.
And there's no way out and you know you'll go to limbo in the sky.
You have no choice. You had no chance to grow enough
to bear the burden of your own. Who's to judge you after all?
Here the bodies of the soldiers flutter like a petal within this hail of metal.
Half alone, half together, boys are screaming like a bird within this hail of metal.
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Dust cloud
03:48
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Dust cloud is covering eyes. All stopped. Everything's blurred.
It's weirdly cold and so dark. It all stopped with a single blast.
I see your face over the smoke. It's been a while.
I see your face over the smoke. It's been a while.
Hey, you're here. Hey, why you look sad?
I remember you lying without any words on a coffin with some hyacinths
from the backyard we used to watch the sun goes down.
Look at me, mom. I'm dying. My arm's lying there alone
in a corner with all other boys who have lost their throats.
I know it’s never been a fault of yours. I know you even had no chance to save me.
I know it’s been a while. It’s you. It’s you. I know it’s just a fantasy of you.
It’s all your fault. Your fault.
Hear me fall as just another soldier. But still am I the one to play the baby when you’re in front?
And no one’s left to tease me. And no one’s gonna see me being mama’s boy for last time being.
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Home for no one
02:55
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You told me I am free now
and I'm going to where I've come from.
The place you name home.
The place to wash off the wound.
The comfort zone it sounds.
The heaviest dream I had.
It's home for no retreater. .
It's home for no one.
Where should I exist if I wanna run from myself?
Or, how should I get a rest without envisioning the boys who's still screaming next to my ears,
who's still buried underneath.
Tell me, I’m officially fine. I’ll bury everything happened to me in tomb of my consciousness
Not big a deal for me. Everyone hurts sometime. It’s just one small bite.
The Memory will grow into vine of the numb.
The Remedy itself will deny what I’ve done.
No big a deal, for me. It’s a nightmare of my youth. In our youth,
we sometimes get hurt. Don’t you think?
The Memory will grow into vine of the numb.
The Remedy itself will deny what I’ve done.
No big a deal, you tell me I’m officially fine. Officially fine.
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Accusation
04:03
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I've suffered enough, so you do what you need. You know I don't fucking care at all
if you point your fingers at me as i murdered my father. I don't give a damn shit.
Curse me I'm a lunatic, psycho. Or pity for me as i am the broken child.
I don't care. Just kill me if you wish me dead.
Blame me. Your voice won't reach my ears anyway. I'm glad
from my bottom of heart that he's gone. Kill me if you think I'm a demon.
Weigh up his sentence to its maximum
And leave no mercy on his sin.
(Until your questions' all gone.)
Until he pays for his sin.
Bring down his shameless face and curse him out.
We'll see him pleading in a fear
(I'll wear the silence as shield.)
Don't wear the silence as crown
You might pretend you are righteous and sound-minded.
But don't you know in your deep side of mind, you need someone to call a demon instead you?
Is that what you need? Will you shut it and let go of me
if I tell you what you wanna hear? Then, I shot my father. That's true.
Weigh up his sentence to its maximum
And leave no mercy on his sin.
Until we see no more to chastise
Until he pays for his sin.
Bring down his shameless face and curse him out.
We'll see him pleading in a fear
Or fetter till death comes and gets him.
We'll laugh until his ash blows
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Recess
04:05
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There's a black crow singing next to my ear. It tells me now my life is gone.
I enshroud it like a precious gift for me that lets me stop trying.
Now I see myself more clear than any time. I have no urge to feel.
What I wanted was an absolute silence without a sense nor thought.
The Silence has always betrayed us since no one else could see through.
And your fecklessness never intrigues us. Unravel yourself, your soul, your sin.
The Silence has always betrayed us since no one else could see through.
And your fecklessness never intrigues us. Unravel yourself, your soul, your sin.
Unravel. Unravel. Unravel yourself, your soul, your sin.
Unravel. Unravel. Unravel yourself, your soul, your sin.
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Burden of proof
03:00
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8. |
The Uprooted
05:46
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Every wounds you left on my skin.
Every emptiness you drink up instead.
Every walls you crash, every doorknobs you break,
every time you forget your pills.
Every curse, every suicide threats.
Every scream, every nightmare, every pain.
Every paranoia, every meltdown.
You, my dearest enemy's gone away.
My unforgiven wish I can't hold back.
I wish I had fired a gun at your sickening face
and burn our place and leave to where nobody finds me.
The burden's mine and you're free.
No repent for my craving.
I know I was the one who broke myself, my soul, my sin.
No one to blame, no one to carry me on.
How could I blame you? I don't have the guts to confront.
How could I belong to what I have to say about you?
You never taught me how to root down
and I never learned to let go.
When you made decisions, have you thought about me?
I remember the silence at a night I found out you are a dead man.
I saw you, on a floor, with a face that I never see of you.
A face with a glimpse of an angel with no single words left.
But you should have told me if you loved me.
I don’t love you but I got to know I mean to you.
Hatred strayed out. It’s drowning in ocean
of bottomless cavity and killed the sanity instead.
Bring down emotions and fling down your mercy.
Just shoot him in his heart. He's dead anyway.
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9. |
Dandelion seed
03:46
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He made the decision. You made it clear.
Two bullets in a body. One from him, one from you.
Two skies on a field. Two despairs in a single war.
His heart was cold. But your brain was not.
The memories two shared. Never mentioned, but you knew
the punishment for runaway troops.
You're a nomadic boy. You're a dandelion seed.
The punishment has fallen on your knees.
When the time comes, when you lay yourself on a shroud,
You'll finally see the outside of your emptiness.
Dawn is fading away. The last sun arises.
I'd be gone when this darkness is gone. Please stay and be my witness. I'm scared.
I'm a nomadic boy. I am a dandelion seed.
The settlement is not allowed for me.
I'm uprooted. I'd rather float away.
I'm uprooted. I'd rather float away.
When the time comes, when I lay myself on a shroud,
could I finally see the outside of your emptiness?
You're a nomadic boy. You're a dandelion seed.
The punishment has fallen on your knees.
I'm a nomadic boy. I'm a dandelion seed.
I'd rather fly to where I could touch the soil with my bare hands.
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10. |
Touch me
03:34
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Touch with your eyes.
Then I'll be fine with my aches.
Touch with your eyes.
Then I'll be fine with all my aches.
Touch me with your eyes.
Then I'll be fine with all my aches.
Touch me with your eyes.
Then I'll be fine with all my aches.
You touch me, and all the light is off and I'm gone.
I'll make it my way at the end of this isle.
You touch me. The knot of my atonement awaits me.
I'll make it my way at the end of this isle.
Touch. Touch.
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