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Death in Decay
06:14
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In nostalgia of things once seen
In all that goes unlived again
This is decay
Remembering the warmth of that summer day
Before the cold came in of decay
There is death in decay
Some songs we sing to celebrate
Some songs we sing to commiserate
Death in decay
These are the horrors in my mind
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November '89
06:24
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Never the day will come when I won't remember the day I fell to the enemy
All I see is Footprints on the wall
A constant reminder how it used to be
Never the day will come when I won't remember the blatant rape of the innocent
Tear it down, rebuild the identity
Tied and bound, forced serenity
Into the unknown
Can't find a way home
Into November
These days I will remember
Goodbye home
Goodbye forever
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Null
04:16
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I've died a thousand times
What's one more day?
To speak is such work
No one knows or listens
We all struggle to be free
To be seen
To be something else
To be something real
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Decades
05:56
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What's been certain?
What's become?
What's been said?
What's been done?
What's been answered?
What remains?
What's been broken?
What sustained?
What's been shattered?
What's been served?
What's been cast aside?
What's been loved?
What's been answered?
What remains?
What's been stolen?
What explains these decades?
Many lives I've traveled searching
Many things I've seen
Many dreams through fire burning
Many things I've been
We'll watch it all just fade away
The time we've shared
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Portrait
07:38
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I watched him bleeding like a river run to the sea
I saw him buried under dreaming eternal sleep
I saw the tombstone where his shadow still remains
Captured in innocence forever so perfectly framed
I heard the guilty verdict echoed in the silent film
of memories blackened in betrayal and moral sin
I saw the children of a broken home, broken down
The end was always near!
She was the lunatic
He was the missing link
Why all the color began to fade away
Another picture of so long ago
Time stands so still before it explodes
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The Game (Live Illusion)
05:40
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I miss the addiction of all the things felt by the living
Her dark arms of lust and seduction have fallen away
I miss the illusion of happily ever afters unbroken
I'm broken
I wish redemption
No shadow offers the salvation I need (still)
There's nothing left
There's only the game
Now we'll play the game 'til the end
There's nothing left but to play the game we lose in the end
I miss the addiction
I miss the illusion
The seduction
A soul afire
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Sing to celebrate
Sing to commiserate
Sing before the cold sets in
Before the summer end
Celebrate or commiserate
Feel anything
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The Victim
05:09
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What makes you think I have time for your ignorance?
What makes you think I have time for your arrogance?
I've cast greater ones aside
Let's see if I sleep tonight
You won't have a place in my nightmares
Fools!
Only fools suffer fools
Which one are you?
Learned helplessness turned you into something less
Learned helplessness
Self inflicting masochist
You're so weak
You're so terrified
You're so dead inside
So compromised
Cognitive dissonance is your only chance of finding bliss
Self inflicting ever-victim so addicted to submission
I can't save you from yourself
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10. |
Fate Takes a Bow
15:10
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