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Who is the Dreamer?
02:28
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Erasing Gods' Towers
11:24
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How many of you have already tried to extricate the invisible tangles that wraps the paradox of existence? A perfect equilibrio driven by itself, a calamity of chaos acting in perfect harmony.
We walk over this unnerving area, carrying our broken hearts across the rifts of this prismatic soil. Monoliths, platforms and ginormous rocks shades our lonely souls and a colossal cascade pervades the atmosphere with its dull sound.
Man created the gods and they raised their towers; So high to fracture the veil between dimensions
Swallowed by this dreadful vortex, we slip beyond space and time, liquefying our hands together into the absolute. Deaf to cosmos, blind at creation.
No veil will ever dismantle our essence, no god will ever dismember our spirits.
Soaked of consciousness we abort the illusion.
Who made our wounds so deep? Who covered our souls of flesh? Will this ouroboric cycle ever break-up?
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Parallel Layers
11:40
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Beyond the warped fault of reality, a desolate field emerges as the top of this dimensional plane architecture.
Swallowed by aridity, summoned by outward canyons, we let the ground colour our boots.
At night we enfold and enclose the wind.
We are grinding like wheels, suffocated by dust, drained by the sun. This valley is my heart, too deserted for love, too dry for blood, it’s my own grave yet full of bones.
At night we enfold and die as one.
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Wings of the Ark
06:48
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Throughout, over and over, constant like an utterance in loop
Those lines were growing above our heads,
infecting the skies that adorned our childhood plays
turning us into vertigo steps on a consumed rope.
I’d rather be a shimmering spectre than a suffering kid,
to irradiate dying ones before their last breath,
fly gently on nervous smokers outside the hospital
and recount stories to the people in the corridors, just to give’em another distraction than getting on and off the stairs.
I’m watching the world slumping down behind a fogged window, unable to move.
My vanishing shadow ends where the sun turns grey,
onto a castle of sad memories, where my inner rage becomes abandonment.
We made this ark to have a safe refuge
We made these wings to reach the sky and paint it blue again.
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Chaos Spiral in Reverse
14:19
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Awaking the ocean of self-consciousness upon which we sail adrift, misplaced like an iota of cinder into a torrent of lava.
Where is this gleam coming from? From the source of cosmic energy? Or it’s just another shattering collapse across the reigns of existence?
We created and then we destroyed, carrying the weight of our bodies and trudging over the mountains of knowledge.
I’m here, somewhere, tied to the columns of space and time, wishing to see my mother’s eyes.
I belong to the void and you belong to the sun, purging our astral beings into an eclipse, becoming one, perfect, like an angel’s egg.
We submerge within the ruts of outer space, giving back our imperfect souls to the celestial infinite where we belong, just to fight against our own mistakes.
The whole universe is going backward to the beginning of all, if once we were gods is this our fault?
The abyss is ours, the eternal dichotomy is falling, yin and yang are blending together, self has stopped transforming.
We all belong to the one, absolute, perfect, infinite, free.
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Sons of Melancholia
13:50
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As long as it was supposed to be this soaring halo of melancholia encircled our molten souls, while we were humming this melody composed by a broken-hearted lover
Downward we slide, throwing our shrunken hearts into a violet swirl
We have sew the wounds of mankind with our own capillaries and we’ve tryied to climb up like vines on the wall, fixing our hopes in smithereens on the ground
We dunk our tired bodies inside the waters of this spectral lake, seeing nothing than the ceiling of the grotto where it is located
Oh angels, guide us through these everlasting lights invisible to humans, quench your thirst with our spotless blood, overwhelm with grace our drab shapes and relive our mislaid memories buried by time.
The obsession of death, the failure of life, the harm of love
Are we all doomed to perish and be forgotten?
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