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Metropolis
01:42
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METROPOLIS
how does it matter where you come from, in matters where you want to go? eyes stuck on the surface, in this maze, at this pace we are rapidly gone;
no one taught us our rights, what does it mean to be human? we're working machines in a system, glutted, so, stay calm. quiet! keep going!
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Anyway
02:25
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ANYWAY, [...]
the might unseen threads between grief and reign shimmer golden through the decades, by certain glasses of knowledge and beliefs, you eventually even see the blood dropping its ways, Find my mind bound to symbolism the ever same’s name changing, whispered by the winds, fragrance of nihilism at the end - i need a pause, no virtual applause, an eulogy is only sung by the few who win and i lost my heart to countless storylines frayed by all edges and plot twists, my outlines jitter, connecting the dots to get a bigger picture of myself and the world I’m living in and abroad as biopower in a habitat, a citizen of “reciprocity”, a mesh of the net fishing for substance;
the more you know, the more you see, the more you see, the more you know / as above, so below in-between death and limits of growth;
“make live - let die”- put into a body, i try to fit in isn’t it funny until you feel the knives on your glassy skin? inside and outside - decode and combine, what will I find? what will find me?
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Naturally
01:25
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NATURALLY
i are someone else, we is them; what do you see in mirrors reflections? actions, reactions - death is a promise to be kept - what I want – maybe’s not what I need!
how to proof what’s wrong or right? is it the feeling in my guts? is it the ache behind my lungs? or something on a screen? something written down in people’s magazines?
in between a hard knock life and entangled allegories, i tell myself before i sleep - “may, i’m already dead light”
intent to grow old, think on volition, one time a living, we make it a fuss, facing waving guns;
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Doppler Effect
02:09
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DOPPLER EFFECT
made a lot mistakes, you couldn’t count. went through regrets, paths led to deep ends. made my way to self-forgiveness, perspective’s always shifting with time; all countless meanings, i want to figure out and read between the lines;
keep bleeding, feel alive, while this world is tearing apart. i am so sick of living in a constant past. will we stick together? in love with the change of the seasons, parts of the picture i collect for a keeping. contemporary trying my luck, since they make bleeding history a daily business by fading parts, but what to make of it? what should last? and how much could we take? being all worse and best part - this system is stuck!
this is no hint that i expose, no, this is a waving goodbye to the old, the albatross flies off my neck, my head's free and light, i try to keep in balance, I try to find out what this means;
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Attempt
03:02
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ATTEMPT
look properly after myself, once bitten - twice providently, feeding my head. droughted by the floods feeling’s there to express, haunting thoughts, i lay to rest
it’s hard to tell stock pictures from a thing called real life, i kept my might, stay kind and calm, hope you do fine and find your luck, ‘cause strange time’s ahead like nothing changed but i;
satiety's a one-way road to insanity, halfway gone, headlights off;
we will be hurt again, try not to lose my temper, i want to lose my tension, get rid of the pressure we live in
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