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Collage Dots
04:59
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I may perceive, yet I can't see
The importance of the dots in front of me
Scattered fragments on an arid plain
No connection to be made
Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined
Some things rarely do make sense
In order to escape pretense
It's a game of signs and brain
The patterns won't align themselves
Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined
When faces creep inside of your dreams
Their gazes opalize your fears
Eye the heavens high with mild intent
A collage that was never meant
Astray, amidst this life's decay
In a forest deaf and blind
Charade, in acting as sounds bade
An opaque glass by rusty metal lined
I don't see the way we could've spoken
Of all the feelings stars evoked
Do not lose temper, don't throw stones
As I cling silently to collage dots
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She Dreamt of Planes
05:40
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I carved you a tombstone, for the hot cherry sky
It fills me with hope that it won't return
From sunrise to sundawn, we walked along the pier
The clouds confess the sun's gone, the light has disappeared
I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
Steadfast the victims following my path
Make choices quickly, the world is getting small
Some speak of winter and some speak of fall
None of it really matters, we're still chasing fog
Some burn like torches, some fall like empty logs
I found myself falling, headfirst to the ground
The wailing of sirens became a pleasant whisper
As my world keeps spinning to the rhythm of the sound
I find myself falling every time, every time
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Ride
04:18
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Does this ride ever end, will the ride ever come to an end?
You have to try, for you cannot tell or guess.
A mastermind that you are falls unconsiously into
this light that shines like a socket most pristine.
Beneath the temple of your heart resides a horrid beast
which slouches and climbs rooftops to be born.
Another century may pass and you'll still breathe in harmony
Unaware of the secret life of birds.
Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back
You hear your words coming through the waters
of a troubled crystal pond
There lay your conscience, a precious thing,
but now it's gone and nowhere to be found
Make sure to gaze at the sunrise once in a while
so you can tell what matters most
Is it the insane mumbling of a busking man
Or rather, inside of your head?
Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back
Just try not to derange those feelings of confliction
When they flow and reach inside
Bury me beneath a moonlit tombstone,
so that I can observe the phases,
by means of an eclipse.
leave the eyes, leave the eyes
Just try not to act strange, even though you feel
Eternity gazing at your back
Just try not to derange those feelings of confliction
When they flow and reach inside
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Człowiek Ryba
05:04
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Przyszła panna, która opowiada,
że ona zna pana, który przyszedł
znad morskiego dna
i tapla się, tapla się
w wodorostach
i w brzuchu trzyma swoich
i krzyczy: ,,jestem król,
jestem król, jestem król!"
Tak naprawdę nic tu nie ma
i nie znajdziesz tu krwi,
dzieci spod znaku Ryby,
wchodzących przez otwarte drzwi.
Człowiek Ryba wchodzi na dach,
patrzy na blizny sprzed lat
i krzyczy: ,,na co ty liczyłeś,
litościwy Panie mój?
murem za mą płetwą stój!
bo tak mnie już stworzyłeś."
Chore łuski lśnią już słabo.
Na co nam to było,
na co?
Tak naprawdę nic tu nie ma
i nie znajdziesz tu krwi,
dzieci spod znaku Ryby,
wchodzących przez otwarte drzwi.
Jego tu wcale nie ma.
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