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A window to the world,
all of it has become
an old blank page.
Everything is mirror walls.
Mold of oneself.
A dream is real until it's not.
Self-contradiction runs
on solid ground of mud,
piled up somewhere.
Castle made of glass and luck.
And all custom made.
Life is real until it's not.
A disguise of true essence
to send all hell away.
Roles for mentally drawn characters
sending all hell away.
Subtracted stimulus.
A fragile pendulum
swings unnoticed.
Everything is mirror walls.
Mold of oneself.
A dream is real until it's not.
A disguise of true essence
to send all hell away.
Roles for mentally drawn characters
sending all hell away.
The most hypnotic doorway.
As unlocked as the air.
Perfect almost imagined.
As unlocked as the air.
A disguise of true essence
to send all hell away.
The skillful art of losing balance
enters the scene and ends.
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2. |
The Anchor
05:58
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Who stays on the line and drops the anchor to the bottom?
The twisted pieces fit into the puzzle.
Strings stretch.
The puppet falls
just like rain of words.
And I caress
the entangled fog.
Nothing left to know.
Who’s tied and loosed to drop the anchor to the bottom?
Head high on the safe side of the threshold.
Strings stretch.
The puppet falls
just like rain of words.
And I caress
the entangled fog.
Strings stretch.
The puppet falls
just like rain of words.
And I caress
the entangled fog.
Nothing left to know.
Strings stretch.
The puppet falls
just like rain of words.
Stop the press.
Stop the world.
My lost self is yours.
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3. |
Primal Form
05:05
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All the wasted time
surrendered to the bite.
The jaw that tears apart
the day and bleeds at dusk.
Not entirely obscure
the autumn on the wall.
Fragile and vulnerable
lifeblood runs its course.
And every hallway hides
the haze from long ago.
I feel the void in time.
I’d like to return
to my primal form.
Broken in my mind
the freezing glass at night.
Liminality
is timeless through my eyes.
Inside is the soul.
Outside’s the other side.
Life, the unstoppable,
the only one.
And everything’s resized.
Molten iron chains.
I feel the void in time.
I’d take the road again
to my primal form.
Broken in my mind
the freezing glass at night.
Liminality
is timeless through my eyes.
And all the walls are high.
Door after door.
I feel the void in time.
I need to return.
And every hallway hides
the haze from long ago.
I feel the void in time.
I’d like to return
to my primal form.
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4. |
Pursuer
05:49
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A shadow has been silently dragged.
Somehow the clock has trampled on the tracks.
Intertwined paths, they're all one.
Today is not enough.
The past is here and now.
As measured as a captive mantis hug.
Kronos devoured my slight infinite sigh.
Footsteps pursued, they're all one.
It's just never enough.
Remains of a sequenced line.
Today is not enough.
The past is here and now.
Time... Time...
Quantified.
Only time.
Time all the time.
It's just never enough.
Remains of a sequenced line.
Today is not enough.
The past is here and now.
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5. |
Xilema
04:38
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Terrifying and sickly is the acid hugeness.
The wind burns the hope of the worldly arrogance.
Stone that buried roots and has the ending engraved.
When we're gone... who will see it all?... What we're leaving.
No return... Lifeless sap and blood... No beginning.
Unhealthy deadly soil, shadows of yesterday.
Fire burning roots and spreading the end.
When we're gone... who will see it all?... What we're leaving.
No return... Lifeless sap and blood... No beginning.
No return... No beginning... Time stands still...
When we're gone... who will see it all?... What we're leaving.
No return... Lifeless sap and blood... No beginning.
Greedy ape... you still don’t know... What are you thinking?
Mother sets the norms... follow them or go... leaving nothing.
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6. |
Last Note by Zann
03:56
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I sat down on that lonely chair.
I walked along an endless and derelict bridge.
From light to the invisible.
I saw myself dancing on the edge
of an abyss full of possessed and insane abundance
and shadowy fauns.
A short while later, the routine as a norm
fell into oblivion in a room full of notes
and gave my soul in exchange for nothing.
A short while later, a whole hidden world
drowned in its nature, in its vital core,
but so alone, then all for nothing at all.
I make my way through the dark
to find the last note.
A short while later, the routine as a norm
fell into oblivion in a room full of notes
and gave my soul in exchange for nothing.
A short while later, a whole hidden world
drowned in its nature, in its vital core,
but so alone, then all for nothing at all.
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7. |
Apostrophized
06:29
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Lost in your own voice.
So absorbed. Deep in thought.
Drawn by the blank stare
that turns its back to the world.
In self-absorption
and looking for a lot of apparent calm.
All alone for a while longer.
In self-absorption
and looking for a lot of apparent calm.
Silence is the answer when the end is obvious,
like a nightmare paralyzed by an endless fall.
Swallowed by
the ravenous delirium.
Drunk with sincerity.
As natural as you want.
In self-absorption
and looking for a lot of apparent calm.
Silence is the answer when the end is obvious,
like a nightmare paralyzed by an endless fall.
Silence is the answer when the end is obvious,
like a nightmare paralyzed by an endless fall.
Silence is the answer when the end is obvious,
like a nightmare paralyzed by an endless fall.
Silence is the answer when the end is obvious,
like contained anger, like a fragile love.
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Dieaway Madrid, Spain
Alternative Metal, Grunge and Stoner with progressive touches and unusual time signatures. First album 'Leak of Noise' was released in 2012, available in digital and CD. Second album 'Light Echoes' was released in 2019. In 2023, the band releases 'Trisected Liminality (Vol. 1)' as part of a multi-recording project. ... more
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