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Witness
04:44
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Drag your fingers across my wounds
Be the witness to my sufferings
I’ve found my crown of thorns
Representation of the tragedy
I portray not to mourn
But to bathe in blood my limbs
Adorning fractures
Portraying to drown the pain
Cathartic facture
Retracing where I failed
Despite how long I suffered
Art's been ephemeral to date
Stitching these wounds with gold
Until they bleed again
Drag your fingers across my wounds
Be the witness to my sufferings
Drawing beauty from tragedy
Be a witness to the pain
Admire the painting
I’ve traced with my desperate thinking
Drag your fingers across my wounds
Be the witness to my sufferings
Lending you my sight
Art is in the eyes of the beholder
While you adjust them to the light
Watch the blood turn to paint
Adorning fractures
Representing suffering
Drawing beauty from
My fucking tragedy
Blood turns to gold
Drawing beauty from
Be a witness to the pain
Be the witness to my pain
Drag your fingers across my wounds
Be the witness to my sufferings
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Forbidden figure
Your nature has been bent by resentment
Tormented state
In shed blood you’ll find sincere amends
Infest my home
Until walls and corridors whisper your name
Seal my lips
Caress me with your cerimonial blade
I now recognize every single mistakes
You’re now bringing back to me
So bathe yourself into the tragedy
And stab me until your break your wrist
Find peace with my farewell
Don’t let mercy forgiveness weaken your hit
I have yet to face my guilt
Let my farewell be
The condolences to your grieving spirit
Forbidden figure
Your nature has been bent by resentment
Fill my cavities with blood
So I’ll never feel incomplete again
Gather your tears into a flood
Drown me and wash away the stain
Rest your jaded body
Lay it on my chest
By whispering memories
You infest my head
Guilt is a torture I can now comprehend
Death is a promise I don’t want to fucking bend
No more
Don’t let mercy weaken your hit
I have yet to face my guilt
Let my farewell be
The condolences to your grieving spirit
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3. |
Detached
04:15
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Trace the difference between
My wishes and my actions
From what I really do
Despite my intentions
Every single deathwish
Is another refraction
Of what I think I am
And what I consider hell
Wandering through the spheres
Losing connection to the senses
Where not even memories can stay
I drag my homeless limbs
Until I fall
Sudden realization
Time’s passed while I wasn’t home
I fall
Shocking reanimation
I try to recollect sensations I don’t own
Wandering through the spheres
I let my breath slip between my fingers
Trace the difference between
My wishes and my actions
From what I really do
Despite my intentions
Every single deathwish
Is another refraction
Of what I think I am
And what I consider hell
How many things am I going to lose?
Will I discover my brain miss a fuse?
I swear my head will cause my end
And I still let my conscious state
Escape my hands
When I regain my conscious state
I remember how the concrete taste
Wandering through the spheres
I let my breath slip between my fingers
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4. |
Sculpture
04:06
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Let the sunlight hit my surface
Only the shadow can confirm my consistency
Homeless vacant bones
Dust borrows my time until the dirt
What’s the purpose behind my arteries?
Why am I allowed to breathe?
I curse every day my eyes
I can’t unsee my misery
Carve emotions into my face
Dismember and re-assemble me
Let tragedy smooth my edges
Blood will wash away my skin
Hammer until you get the shape
Make a sculpture out of me
Sculpt me or bury me
Sculpt me with your bare hands
Make art out of the debris I am
Don’t stop until you’re finished
I’m material for an artist
Draw beauty from these limbs
I’ve dragged year after year
When you’re done adourning me
Leave me in the purest form
The one I never reached
The one I’ve always wanted to see
And if there’s no sculptor
Than can shape the misery I am
I’ll strangle every will I have
Sculpt me with your bare hands
Make art out of the debris I am
Sculpt me with your bare hands
Free me from my own misery
Carve emotions into my face
Dismember and re-assemble me
I’m tired of witnessing my misery
Sculpt me or bury me
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Curtains
04:53
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I’d dare to open the curtains
If I wasn’t scared of my own eyes
Catching the light I receive
To curse with infested images my sight
Cracked mirrors distorting
Everything I see
For my eyes I am nothing
And nothing is what I’ll always be
Bless me with blindness or cleanse me
For my eyes I am nothing
And nothing's what I'll always be
I’d dare to open the curtains
If I wasn’t scared of my own eyes
Catching the light I receive
To curse with infested images my sight
Accepting my cursed sight
For the gift of seeing the true form of things
I’ve seen every single stranger
Distort in front of me
Close the curtains
Leave me in the darkness
My sight has been soiled with
I’ve been blessed with clarity
Bless me with blindness or cleanse me
For my eyes I am nothing
And nothing I will always be
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6. |
Skeleton (Bonus Track)
05:45
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How do I
Confess to someone
That not even my skeleton
Is keeping me together
I'm the sound of breaking bones under the weight of existence
Digesting pain is an intricate work of shading
And I'm still experimenting with the colors
Until the proper combination will make the suffering fade
Deathwishes set their feet
Where their profane limbs
Should have never entered
Finding home in every hole
I'm finding home in every floor
I've lifted my own skin
Just to look at what's below
I've buried all my friends
Where once were my bones
There is not an upward turn I can see
There is no clean air I can breathe
How can I get on my knees if there is no sun to please
How can I wait the sunrise if there are no eyes to see
Slit my throat so I won't be able to silence my words
My skeleton has been the puppeteer of the betrayal
Like our blood our wounds now taste the same
Gouge my eyes and adorn you
So you're forced to witness the decay
Gouge my eyes
Witness the dread
My skeleton
At the end of the thread
Deathwishes set their feet
Where their profane limbs
Should have never entered
Finding home in every hole
I'm finding home in every floor
I've lifted my own skin
Just to look at what's below
I've buried all my friends
Where once were my bones
There is not an upward turn I can see
There is no clean air I can breathe
How can I get on my knees if there is no sun to please
How can I wait the sunrise if there are no eyes to see
Gouge my eyes
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modern metalcore from Udine, Italiy
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