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The Follower
03:27
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You've taken your only chance
You've taken your only life
We live in the constant stress
Seven signs are enough to decide
Can you prevent me from following you?
I am afraid I'll end up just like you
Got rid from the dreary visions
Woke up right at five A.M.
You acted with great precision
The ritual has turned to slam
Can you prevent me from following you?
I am afraid I'll end up just like you
You were better than all of your friends
Who lied about how much they had loved you
The fortune that never ends
Has turned into constant sorrow
When you were around, it was just for a while:
The entrance has closed, and the risk is too high
The sky is above, and the dirt is beneath
I thought they have changed somehow
We are captured by mighty fears
Disbalanced, we're falling down
When you were around, it was just for a while:
The entrance has closed, and the risk is too high
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2. |
The Teammate
02:38
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Help me to pass this test:
I am tired to be the last!
Apathy I had to face
Is covered with layers of rust.
I tried to retrace my way,
Forget the misfortunes and grief.
Wasn't it all just in vain?
I have no means to believe.
Come to me and let's have a talk:
Is there a room for me?
The road is now facing its fork
And I think I cannot proceed.
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3. |
My Goal Can't Be Reached
03:03
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The evening comes
But it doesn't make me feel calm
I recall years spent in false shame.
What can be done?
What has been restored so far?
What can I change now?
Everything is fine
In the brightest future
That will not come
What does make sense
While I wait?
What does make sense
While I have to wait?
Something that's moving
Out of sight and out of my mind.
And the sly man's waving his hand
I have to spit on my own grave.
Something has faded from my field of view.
My goal can't be reached, and there's nothing to do.
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4. |
Artificial Crimes
03:06
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Can't fall asleep, and there's crap on TV
I thought I saw Devil in the beam of streetlight
My life is dead as dead can ever be
Although it's too late, it's time to decide.
I need to talk but there's nothing to say
I guess you're really busy to stay with me now
And now I regret this meaningless delay
I only stand and stare — you want me to move out.
I feel like I'm disabled in some spiritual way
I've lived in a hurry, so thirsty for time
And now the time has come for these few days
It's time to stop suffering from artificial crimes!
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Grey Lenses Russia
The name “Grey Lenses” was picked in 2008 as a band’s name but now it's a one-man band. Participating in various creative activities, releasing solo stuff from time to time. Released 2 minimal synth EPs and a bunch of dark ambient / post-industrial records ... more
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