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A Can Of Worms
04:21
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Listen to the spine of the earth breaking the ground,
And drink of the water of Lethe
Between unborn sorrows and memories torn.
A tinge of purity overrun by hopelessness.
This is the darkest of times.
We live afraid to stay, too numb to walk away.
A tasteful can of worms, the mind, the memory, the false dichotomy.
Freedom of speech, the silence of grief and guns shot for peace.
It's friendly fire and we're in between.
There's nothing left,
there's nothing left.
What are we leaving behind?
A bunch of dusty ruins that we call home.
A destroyed lighthouse in the void.
Where should we go when there's nothing left? There's nothing left.
What are we leaving behind?
Colective solitude will drive us mad;
This blindfold feels thicker everytime.
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Filthy Soul
03:33
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Filthy Soul
Isn't it scary the things that we hide?
As if our darkest desires where to be kept away
like something dangerous when they are the key to feel alive,
to embrace the fire.
I was born with thoughts that frighten me.
I was ready to hunt and destroy from the start, but I can play nice if you just ask.
And when you look away I'll twist the knife.
How, how can you blame me for this when life has scratched me with its claws and teeth?
I got tired of all the lies I used to listen to,
tired of the white gowns and the golden crows and the useless innocence. It all means nothing...
When you look at all the people playing the role of a god they know nothing about;
denying their secret nature,
hiding their filthy souls when I love mine so much.
Filthy soul...
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Failed Evolution
03:01
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We fight, we bleed, we rise and fall...
We ignore we're at war, you believe you're unique.
How come you haven't lost your head
when you notice you're just waiting in line for your grave?
Kill the time (we're programmed to fail)
Fill the space in between (We're meant to leave no trace)
The cold-steel path that we follow
the same mechanical thought,
the joy and sorrow...
We're not that special...
Our manufactured generation will never be free
but we touch and we fuck to forget our fears
through synthetic nights under neon lights...
Kill the time (we're programmed to fail)
Fill the space in between (We're meant to leave no trace)
Our manufactured generation will never be free
but we touch and we fuck to forget our fears
through synthetic nights under neon lights...
There's nothing new to be said,
no new story.
There is no such thing as glory...
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Hands Of Deception
03:08
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How slowly your lies grew like branches into me.
Now you come clean but it doesn't mean a thing. I see no truth in your eyes. Trust is not a prize.
I tell to myself ''maybe this time it'll be alright''. One more time you prove me wrong, just like before...just like before.
I would give anything to believe again, I would give anything to feel love again.
These fragments of affection had led to nothing but deception.
Inner demons are a perfect shield to kill like you do.
We dance on the thin ice everynight as we try to forget the fever of hate. Such a pathetic way to deal with pain...
How does it feel to betray us? How does it feel to destroy us? How dare you look into my eyes and talk about your wounds?
I would give anything to believe again (your tragic stories mean nothing, your touch it means nothing), I would give anything...anything....
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Consciously Asleep
03:45
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The truth is spilt on the ground,
Tossed like a whore at the dawn.
The overwhelming feeling that something's wrong
is the only warning sign that shows we're not that lost, are we?
The devil himself has kept your god sedated for too long, and if
he can not convince you in its own skin he will wear his best suit
and speak to you at the mass.
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Hologram
03:59
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Trapped a moth with my teeth. I crushed its life as I laughed.
I sleep every night covered in a blanket of many little wings, sewn with tragedy.
I disappear in the past, all the painful memories travel fast.
I disappear in the past, all the painful memories travel fast.
This is not what it should be. Will I die trapped in here?
Am I flying towards the teeth of God? This is not what it should be.
Moira smiles. Moira laughs.
I listen to ghosts talking about victory...the echo of the hologram of life...
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No Devotion Records Mexicali, Mexico
Born from the necessity of having a personal connection with art NO Devotion Records was founded by Mario A. Cabada
(Bolaspace), and a handful of friends to serve as an international communal for quality releases. NO Devotion Records keeps a firm connection to the ever growing ever mutating scene of dark music.
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