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Holy
06:25
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Sometimes I wander around,
Figuring things out,
I try to cleanse my thoughts,
Pretending I'm not.
I'd hope to gaze at you,
Without ever reaching for you,
But now you're after me,
I bleed.
I feel the embrace of death,
Of misunderstood depths,
It's confusing deep inside,
Holy.
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2. |
His Lantern
10:07
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In the depths of despair, where shadows linger,
A somber melody whispers, a soul's mournful singer.
Through the haze of pain and thoughts that collide,
A dark symphony of melancholy suicide.
In the bleak embrace of an endless night,
Echoes of anguish, a heart's final plight.
Through the void of existence, a solemn cry,
A yearning for release, as the spirit's flame dies.
His lantern guides my soul away
I've melted so many times
I was lost while found
I'm slowly draining myself
Always the same outcome, so it seems,
When seeking another, trapped in dreams.
Disoriented, I hear the tempo's strife,
The rhythm of my life, discordant in life.
His lantern guides my soul away
Me, an obnoxious firefly
Hear his commandment
Cease to exist
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Morto
05:37
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Morto,
Grotesco corpo ingrato
Torto,
Jogado pelo mato
Foi onde te vi em um dia escuro
Meus passos largos, seu corpo duro
As veias roxas na meia solta
Destacam todas as suas voltas
Eu te vi debaixo de folhas
Efeito das suas escolhas,
Dos lugares errados,
São seus trapos rasgados
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4. |
Where do you wander
04:16
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Where do you wander, my friend?
Alone, in distant realms you roam.
Sometimes, I fear to remember you.
Where do you wander
I glimpse a cloak of smiles,
An enemy concealed, lurking.
I long, in anguish, to know where you reside,
Perhaps in another realm's embrace,
Perhaps more sober,
A heart still beating.
A nomad of sorrow, no guiding hand.
In the caverns of melancholy,
your footsteps fade
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Fantasia
03:53
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Corte
05:01
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Olhei pra você como quem olha pro nada,
Sonhei com você, querida amada,
Que me ensinou sobre a vida e morte,
Quando se retirou com um corte.
Você arrancou de mim
Um amor que não te pertencia,
Não era seu fim,
Foi uma ferida que ainda ardia.
Hoje vejo pelas cortinas,
As ruas, as esquinas,
Procurando alguém igual.
Quem conhece o amor
Que tem a cor de um sonho seu?
Você se esqueceu,
Não devolveu o que era meu.
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