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Pariah
03:36
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Lyrics:
Let me tell you a story I've got to tell.
I was kicked from heaven, and I ran from hell.
Now I got here wondering, how will I move on?
Is everyone here just stupid, or what is going on?
This doesn't look any different,
like I've been here before.
And let me tell you it still
chills me to the core.
Pariah, Pariah,
I'm lost in this world.
Am I lost in myself?
Pariah, Pariah,
sick of searching for my place.
Can I find one in myself?
And now I'm feeling sick, just wandering around.
Are you all insane, or am I losing my mind?
You all need a doctor, but maybe it’s just too late.
Maybe it will all just end with another plague.
Don't let me fool you, I’m not your messiah.
I'm nothing more, but Eternal Pariah.
Your religion fucks you up like many times before.
You'll be devoured by your selfish desire.
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#shallow
03:15
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Lyrics:
Streets are so bright
in the middle of the night.
Am I losing my mind?
Or is everyone blind?
Walking through the city,
looking oh so pretty,
with make-ups and halos,
but all bland and shallow.
There's only a fright,
in the middle of a night,
while checking your stories,
and counting your worries.
When I walk through city,
All I feel is pity.
Spit it out or swallow,
‘cause you are so hollow.
My nightmare is living in you,
and I feel it’s haunting me too.
You don’t see that it’s killing me, killing you, killing you.
My nightmare is living in you,
and I feel it’s haunting me too.
You’re making my nightmare come true.
Pulsing of the city
is a drumbeat of my heart,
rain is an orchestra,
the best that you can find.
I’m alive in this moment,
and all those yet to come,
I’m alive with the music,
till the end of time.
Everybody's still pressing on me.
They all think it's them that can see.
You all live in your boring cages,
but this prison you built is not for me.
Streets are so bright
in the middle of the night.
Am I losing my mind?
Or is everyone blind?
Walking through the city,
looking oh so pretty,
with make-ups and halos,
...just shallow.
Eternity passes in the blink of an eye,
all of you waiting, just waiting to die,
all of you waiting, eating it all,
eating it all, eating it all, until you fall.
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Hell
03:15
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Lyrics:
I have been to hell before.
And what I've seen was just so foul.
It drained me of my happiness,
and it twisted my very soul.
And I've met some people there.
And all of them were telling me,
what a beautiful place it was.
But they were blind and decieved
I've been to hell,
too many times.
One hundred towers,
and self-told lies
Good, bad, ambitious, careless,
marching one by one.
Good, bad, ambitious, careless,
they went there,with hopes too high,
craving, fame and fancy life,
but they were changed forever.
Never realized what they did,
blinded by that gilded shit.
Bound to stay, they can't return,
they don't know it's them who burn.
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Heaven
03:27
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Lyrics:
There's a heaven and I've seen it.
It looks different, so different than what you think.
There's a heaven and I've seen it.
City of stone on the shores of blue and green.
There's a heaven and I've seen it
There's a heaven and I've seen it
And I stepped on the grass,
and I walked on the moss.
I've felt cold serene water on my hands and on my toes.
And I climbed all the mountains,
and I ran on the shores.
And if there's happiness inside me, then this is the source.
There's a heaven and I've seen it.
(I’ve seen it in my mind)
There's a heaven and I feel it.
(I feel it in my heart)
There's a heaven hidden deep in my mind,
(It must be uncovered)
I will go there and leave the hell far behind.
When you can't find a way
in the darkness of days,
when you’re broke and beaten down and nothing seems to make sense,
you can go south or west,
or you can end up in north.
It doesn't matter where you go as long as you’re going forth.
And let me tell you one thing,
what is my hell isn't yours.
And let me tell you one thing,
it's my heaven, it's not yours.
Only when you realize,
what it is, that drags you down,
only then your own heaven
can be seen and can be found.
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Enslaved
03:30
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Lyrics:
On my way home down the dusty road,
a bad feeling came into my mind,
like heavy clouds hanging from the sky.
(The land dressed in darker colors)
Numb people wandering around,
part human, part machine.
They praise the Gods in their hands,
with minds enslaved
in the world wide hell.
And I screamed.
My home got kinda lonely,
‘cause all I hear and all I see,
are people sucking on their fragile egos.
This ain't no happiness for me,
I don't wanna live like this.
Fuck you and your digital never-land.
How can you live like this?
Not alive at all.
How can you live like this?
Not alive at all.
Enslaved.
Enslaved.
The clock is ticking, going round and round,
but you’re stuck in silicon mind,
Like the Matrix in 1999.
Dicking around without any goal,
sucking at the online glory hole.
You don’t matter, you’re a waste of space,
not someone, you are just a...
How can you live like this,
when you don't live at all?
How can you live like this,
when you don't live at all?
Enslaved.
Enslaved.
This ain't no happiness for me,
it's more like a nightmare.
I will rather wander world again,
see it's wonders and live my life.
Before those fuckers destroy us.
Before they poison and kill us all.
Before those fuckers destroy us.
Before they poison and suffocate us.
How can you live like this,
when you don't live at all?
How can you live like this,
when you don't live at all?
You gave up your life.
You gave up your soul.
I'm not gonna be like this,
I will go and live my life.
I'm not gonna be like this,
I will go and live my life.
No chains, I'm free.
Untied, I'm me.
I'm not gonna be like you...
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