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Undecided (Intro)
01:14
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Too Late
06:20
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Is there an end to this self-loathing? Always confined in silence, I have made a martyr of myself.
Vanishing is everything that could close the doors of this nemesis.
I need to finish what is left of me, that the silhouette of my regret is drawn in chalk.
And then leave, not a trace. Not a sign. Too late.
Too late to try to rebuild the line that I should never have crossed.
It is too late to get rid of these threatening claws.
Deleterious causes that I could have avoided if I had appreciated my absent person.
Vanishing is everything that could close the doors of this nemesis.
I need to finish what is left of me, that the silhouette of my regret is drawn in chalk.
And then leave, not a trace. Not a sign ...
Too late. Too late. It is too late to get me out of this. Too late. Too late.
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Withered Return Exuvia
05:12
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Lack of sense, unable to orient myself along the hypnotic trails that lead to the Sheol.
A late burial, dead hands reach out to feel the blazing breezes that guide my withered and new fate.
Years wasted, decadent and heartbreakingly fleeting.
Those tremors in life, now vague visions, are torn away along with all the filth that I drank from.
I'm headed for an eternal end ... Where I will remain a minority. I thought it was pointless to go down to this infernal state.
It seemed that I had already passed through all those states in the dimension where vividness sprouts as well as darkness.
But standing, trying to finish rolling to the clutches of the absolute end ... I remain, being a minority.
Dead hands reach out to feel the blazing breezes that guide my withered and new fate.
Years wasted, decadent and heartbreakingly fleeting.
Dead hands ...
Dead hands ... Blazing breezes that guide my withered and new fate.
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I can feel it in my bones ... Stinging, sowing commotion. Stained anecdotes ... Since I neglected everything.
I am chained to this guilt, endlessly confronting what I carry inside. I shout from this punishable result.
I can't help associating everything with death ... I am unraveling. And I can only declare war on life.
I've done it, I've signed my death warrant. Now that I don't remember what motivation was ...
Just stop digging into my guts and face me, you rotten and premonitory devastating storm.
Stinging and deadly, cursed premonitory denouement. Let me see you, let's kill each other here and now.
Face me, face me and stop digging into my guts. Let's die, let's abandon everything I've ever known.
I am chained to this guilt, endlessly confronting what I carry inside. I shout from this punishable result.
I've done it, I've signed my death warrant. Now that I don't remember what motivation was ... Stinging, sowing commotion.
I am unraveling.
Cursed premonitory denouement. Let's abandon everything.
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Prevailed to Decay
04:56
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Is it really useful to have been born?
Just a colorless flash among millions.
Is this a fragile existence that simply emerges to squirm?
I'll only pass by to disappear one day and never leave a sign of what my presence was.
Why live? Is it really useful to have been born?
If death is true eternity, what benefit do we get from life?
This land will witness my inert walk, full of ominosity and senseless.
Suffering will be all I can think of before I go to sleep.
Every afternoon, every turn on the clock. Like a loop until the day I take my life.
If I'm just going to feel empty, I'll take the time to close my eyes so I don't open them again.
If death is true eternity, what benefit...?
Is this a fragile existence that simply emerges to squirm?
Is it really useful to have been born?
This land will witness my inert walk, full of ominosity and senseless.
Why live? Is it really useful to have been born?
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Ezis
04:31
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Such an exhausting feeling, knowing that these tears no longer let me see the sun.
Beyond the pain that a back can drag. The delirium that consumes me day after day.
These conditions have made me a dying spoil, I am terrified.
Oh, so afraid of myself. I am so afraid of myself...
I have reached the peak of my own doom, each border has been crossed.
The shreds I am becoming pierce through me, I can't stop falling.
Oh, so afraid of myself. I am so afraid of myself...
This cold that invades my body, making the last of me his.
Beyond the pain that a back can drag. Such an exhausting feeling, knowing that these tears no longer let me see the sun.
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