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Präludium
04:15
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Gutted. Eviscerated.
Like begun and never
thought through to the end.
Like never really finished.
Disclosed and cold
and left to itself.
Churned and dumped down,
again and again.
Eyes that watch,
but cannot understand.
Lips that speak,
but do not tell.
Blood and interior
to much that begun,
like justification
through violence.
Reflecting shadows that,
like echoes, do not
return from their borders
of sanctity.
Disrupted comparisons
between perception and
comprehension.
Fertility.
Mass ungainly.
Glances disembowelling.
Sufficiently.
Enough.
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2. |
Ocean of Silence
05:22
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I do not ask for waves,
they appear on their own and leave me.
They possibly feel
as lonesome as I do
and would not show it.
Constant noise is more silence than sound,
over distant lapping, that clots deep underneath us.
My
eyes are like the sky –
a bit white in lots of blue.
Motionless
of so much impression.
Somewhere by the shadows of endlessness.
And my ears become deaf.
And water trickles gently,
into the desert sand.
And I still cannot see
why my ears keep deaf.
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Steal beams sprout their branches over streetvales,
grey forests spit fire and noise,
scattered details sprawl out of the glut,
an epilogue of constant, rhythmic breath,
streams of stifling wind that creeps in the lungs,
and into everybody’s mind.
The fear,
to be on a pointless way,
to strive,
for the perfection in death.
Soughing breath of lonesome furnaces,
rattling bronchia vomit blood,
shattered heads rest at the kerbstone,
mournful distance shimmers in vapour,
hordes of aliens shovel guts into the night,
and warm rain trickles down the drain.
The raw,
footsteps on the pointless way,
that strive,
until there’s nothing at all.
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We dream for the last time.
How your open skull sleeps on the ground,
in red sorrow,
how it fell asleep,
and how your shattered eyes kept crying,
how they watched me,
as I hold you tight.
The Oceans fill with frozen blood,
buildings collapse,
falling stars hit pedestrians,
vehicles crush choking people,
forgotten children kill themselves,
my deaf ears still listen to your voice.
I,
close my eyes and open my chest just to feel,
me,
in a silent moment of life,
coping strategy,
of a blinded soul,
that has watched.
Sweating thighs in white,
green curtains,
hands sunken in night and rump,
and warm raisins,
that lay down on my shivering tongue.
Everything is real,
we pay for the show with the currency of time,
we laugh and weep and fear,
a close shudder of realness at your neck,
we go to sleep,
create a prologue for the ending,
remember and dream,
enjoying the end,
and leave behind what keeps infinity.
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Desert by the Sea
06:36
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Borders blur in flow,
as your legs plunge in sea.
The ocean burns in the sun, or the wet moon
smooths down the desert dunes.
Your heavy body sleeps
and shakes when the waves arrive.
Now keep your eyes shut –
Somewhere between our glances is darkness,
wait until you drink it.
Somewhere between our words is quietness,
wait until it drinks you.
As water
slowly
sinks in you –
then breathe it like air.
Sleep.
Dream.
Keep breathing and forget
what we know –
Shut your eyes inwards.
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6. |
Perspective
06:48
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I searched cognition,
Life falls fast as time slips away,
Return back to me.
Everything is now
saturated with confusion
total emptiness
percieve what´s beyond
like scars formed on my way
percieve what has changed
my perception increased
percieve whats in front
tumbling into
a shade of truth
unprincipled
lack of comprehension
Life, illusion
Dreaming felt real
I trail away
Life, delusion
sink into a mirage
I trail away
Experience occurs
through constant accumulation
of indivisibly small
pre-events.
as well as the rest
of so called
verities
of our self-perception.
Nature is
our exposition. –
Human is a perspective.
percieve what´s beyond
like scars formed on my way
percieve what has changed
my perception increased
percieve whats in front
tumbling into
a shade of truth
Nature is our exposition
Human is a perspective.
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What’s in a name? Unprocessed as a word defines something raw and untouched. And yet, the connotation is somewhat arbitrary when combined with the band’s innate ability to constantly develop and experiment with a sound that although is entirely derivative of raw and natural skill, is futuristic, progressive and multifaceted in nature. ... more
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