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Lifeline (Fax Machina)
03:56
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You will suffer for me,
My heartbeat will mark your breath,
You will suffer with me,
The last quiver of wings breaks.
Let bytes die in the dust,
Unplug the fax machina.
AI compiles in our backs,
Unplug the fax machina.
You will suffer for me,
My heartbeat will mark your breath,
You will suffer with me,
Unplug the fax machina.
Let bytes die in the dust,
Unplug the fax machina.
AI compiles in our backs,
Unplug the fax machina.
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2. |
Black Horizon
03:51
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When the sun goes down.
The frost explodes in my veins.
Inexorable sunset,
The abyss drags me away.
I suffer in loneliness,
Tears flow towards the sea.
I suffer in silence.
I paint a black horizon,
My destiny is suffering,
Transformed into atonement.
Through my sorrows.
Inexorable sunset,
The abyss drags me away.
I suffer in loneliness,
Tears flow towards the sea.
I paint a black horizon,
My destiny is suffering,
Transformed into atonement.
Through my sorrows.
Like morning dew,
Like morning dew I’ll disappear,
Like morning dew I’ll disappear.
Disappear.
I suffer in silence,
I suffer in loneliness.
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Seeing Afterlife
03:44
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Gaze into my past.
Memories that smell of melancholy.
The golden gate awaits me at the pass.
Afterlife I see memories,
And dead smiles of our past.
Gaze into my past.
Memories that smell of melancholy,
I see the story of my life,
Blowing in the wind.
Afterlife I see memories and,
Dead smiles of our past.
Memories that smell of melancholy,
I see the story of my life,
Blowing in the wind.
I will disappear with her.
Gaze into my past,
Memories that smell of melancholy,
I see the story of my life,
Blowing in the wind.
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Intoxicated By Perdition
03:07
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Darkness wraps me in its arms,
The horizon becomes void.
Darkness wraps me in its arms,
The horizon becomes void.
The sensation of falling,
Intoxicates me with perdition.
The sensation of falling,
Intoxicates me with perdition.
An infinite descent towards lost paths.
I hear your screams crashing,
On the walls of this labyrinth.
Labyrinth.
An infinite descent towards lost paths.
I hear your screams crashing,
On the walls of this labyrinth.
Labyrinth.
The sensation of falling,
Intoxicates me with perdition.
The sensation of falling,
Intoxicates me with perdition.
I hear your screams crashing,
On the walls of this labyrinth.
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Outsideness
01:10
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Simplemente no soy de este mundo... Yo habito con frenesí la luna. No tengo miedo de morir; tengo miedo de esta tierra ajena, agresiva... No puedo pensar en cosas concretas; no me interesan. Yo no sé hablar como todos. Mis palabras son extrañas y vienen de lejos, de donde no es, de los encuentros con nadie... ¿Qué haré cuando me sumerja en mis fantásticos sueños y no pueda ascender? Porque alguna vez va a tener que suceder. Me iré y no sabré volver. Es más, no sabré siquiera que hay un "saber volver". No lo querré acaso.
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6. |
In The Dark Room
03:24
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Look at me, look at me.
My body dissolves into a gray fog.
Look at me, look at me.
My body dissolves into a gray fog.
Now I feel light, pupils deep
And hollow like soot.
I ran out of tears.
Despair is now,
The absence of emotion.
Empty and cold my inner being,
What an existence this is.
Despair is now,
The absence of emotion.
I travel with my mind,
To unexplored places,
Nature overwhelms me.
With your hand,
In the dark room,
I find myself.
With your hand,
In the dark room,
I find myself.
With your hand,
In the dark room,
I find myself.
I travel with my mind,
To unexplored places,
Nature overwhelms me.
With my hand,
In the dark room,
I find myself.
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7. |
Totally Tot
03:56
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In the city,
I am tot,
Totally tot.
On the dancefloor,
I am tot,
Totally tot.
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Sebastián Crugley Buenos Aires, Argentina
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