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For The Child In Me
02:03
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I've no memories of first touches of clarity
We came into the world with groans and vanity
Everything seemed so huge that time
Since everything's getting tighter and tighter
we experienced every movement as a success and honor
The red, mysterious inception fascinated us
We learned about inventions of the past
Our parents gave us the old, tired knowledge
Everything was fun, every word was fun
One minute silence for the old ones
Our memories don't give shelter anymore
Cover our consciousness no longer
We are surrounded by locks
More and more mystery and skepticism is in our view
The spirit needs calmness and peace.
My childhood was happy.
Best wishes for the child in me. Good night for you.
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2. |
Statues
03:41
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3. |
Hermitage
04:10
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4. |
With Grey
04:19
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5. |
Inner Storms
03:12
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6. |
The Cheaters
03:20
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7. |
The Last Day
03:13
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Let me tell you a true tale
Everything may appear
From the very beginning till the end
There's one rule:
THE WEAK ONE DIES
THE STRONG SURVIVES
Follow me
This is the last day to join me
Listen to me
The sirens are coming, hide me
Hide your goals deep in your mind
The moments of the history will happen again
We will be shaded by memories
Forged by defeat
And rised to a new dawn of unity
Give me all, give me all you got
Swear your soul you have the guts
Give me all, give me all you got
Spread the word: the truth of god
Listen to me
The sirens are coming, kill me
Follow me
This is the last day to join me in the history.
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8. |
The Golden Age
03:02
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It's easy to forget the function
Don't listen. ignore the people
what can they afford?
Just relax and watch the world perish
The hope dissapears in the blur
There's nothing left what is human
What makes us human
Rip the bones of the weak
But why do we care?
We don't have to be nice
Rip the bones of the weak!
And you'll get everything you want
Except respect and love
You want respect and love
We often forget what we need the most
Sinking in the excrement of society
Living the american dream
Just relax and watch the world perish
The hope dissapears in the blur
There's nothing left what is human
What makes us human
But why do we care?
We don't have to be nice
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9. |
Careerist
03:56
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Step! Just step! You idiot!
Keep your head on your neck
Steal a million priceless aim, no reason
Can't stop this march on the top
Feel no shame about this
Run! Just run! You idiot!
Don't look back, turn your brain, your eyes off
Leave a piece of pain everywhere, no question
Get on top, get on top, you bastard
Take your head off and push away your thoughts, you've led by
Tread down the flowers in the garden of weakness, don't cry
This garden is yours, you've been trapped by yourself
This garden is yours, your eyes was trapped by
Your fake emotions in your heart
Your words are dead for me
Step! Just step! You idiot!
Keep your head on your neck
Steal a million priceless aim, no reason
Can't stop this march on the top
Feel no shame about this
Run! Just run! You idiot!
Don't look back, turn your brain, your eyes off
Leave a piece of pain everywhere, no question
Get on top, get on top, you bastard
You'll never change this absolution
Never comes your transformation
Let me start a better way
Give a shot and rescue me
Take your head off and push away your thoughts, you've led by
Tread down the flowers in the garden of weakness, don't cry
PIRI FERI SÁRI KATI BOOM!
Never change this absolution
Never comes your transformation
Transformation never comes
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From the very beginning there've been always people
Writing down the confused stories
In the nooks of our mind there are still some
Shreds of the past, the glory
The beautiful mornings and the waiting...
Do miracles really exist?
Better sleep over a few days
Come on, grab my wrist!
We're awake, paying attention to every little noise
When does my opportunity appeal?
Everyone has a personal story
Let's listen to them! Let there be drums!
Sometimes it's easier to carry a ton of weight
But sometimes the spring breeze pushes you forward
We'll never be equal because of our past
There are people falling down the sky, others start from the floor
Let's pray to the muses to give us strength
to telling our children what makes human or wrecks
We're awake, paying attention to every little noise
When does my opportunity appeal?
Everyone has a personal story
Let's listen to them! Let there be drums!
Sometimes it's easier to carry a ton of weight
But sometimes the spring breeze pushes you forward
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11. |
Questions
04:10
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We bury the meaning of everything again
This desolate ground with many crease on its face
Can't give water, just tons of bane
Ancient lines, oh let them plow so deep
Let them live and leave behind rotten breaks
Is our place still here?
Is there anyone who gives thanks and doesn't ask?
Who searches for virtue and shows value?
Is our place still here?
Is there place in this society
Where the first award equals aridity?
The great men and their big names...
What keeps them alive instead of blood and brain?
Our mothers and fathers and their tearful sweat
Bright halo is shining by their very last breaths
Should WE feel sorry for someone who still believes?
Should WE feel sorry for someone?
Is our place still here?
Is there anyone who gives thanks and doesn't ask?
Who searches for virtue and shows value?
Is our place still here?
Is there place in this society
Where the first award equals aridity?
Újra teremtjük az értelmet
Egy torz jellem kap életet
Mindenki hozzátesz, de ha teheti elvesz
Egy szóval összedőlhet az elképzelt élet
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12. |
About The End
00:53
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