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Intro (Oblivion poem)
00:38
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Your ears will swallow decay
And the worthless thoughts
I’ve had for years and years
I’ll finally leave them somewhere
Every song I’ve ever written
Now and on should be forgotten
Cause they all talk about the same
Details about the nine circles of hell
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Easy Open
01:56
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it's been a while since i've tried to open my eyes
since then i've been bleeding in bed for days and nights
a hopeless feeling ties my guts and doesn't let me walk
it's probably my mistakes that are running through my veins
and have melted every cell that was left with some health
it's been a while since i've opened my heart
it escaped from my chest and it's never coming back
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Tiempo Extra
01:54
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Soy un acto egoista con una firma de autor
Soy lo que si no quisieses seria tu gran error
Soy una de mil pastillas que acaban mi realidad
Soy el puñal en mi espalda que a ti te deje clavar
Soy el mejor suficiente desde la imparcialidad
Perla falsa mas valiosa podrida en el hospital
Soy una de mil pastillas que acaban mi realidad
Soy la autopsia de un cadaver con otra oportunidad
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Hopeful Shot
02:49
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"All boundaries are conventions, national ones too.
One may transcend any convention,
if only one can first conceive of doing so”
Just break to start your ascension
when they say you won’t be fed by your imagination
but I’d rather starve for my conventions
than become a 90 year old grey living corpse
Do nothing from the heart
there’s no time for useless stuff
like everything you think
and everything you like
Day after day, night after night
made of other’s expectations
breathing is an obligation
and it blurs your true desires
But as someone said at some point
"All boundaries are conventions, national ones too.
One may transcend any convention,
if only one can first conceive of doing so”
Just break to start your ascension
when they say you won’t be fed by your imagination
but I’d rather starve for my conventions
than become a 90 year old grey living corpse
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Reality drains down your ten fingers
like dust on a sand clock
And it drains with it all the strenght
strenght for nothing at all
As gravity keeps going doing its work
tying your feet to the wet ground
There's nothing you can do about
to stop the invisible itching
You'd have to scratch down and down
to find the source (of toxicity)
Dignity breaks the line of starving
and all you’ve learned
is to hide to survive you're a diamond
covered in mud
As gravity keeps going doing its work
tying your feet to the wet ground
There's nothing you can do about
to walk the way back in your steps
When your feet can’t even react
How long have you been paralyzed?
Memories drain out of your breathe
trying to cut back to inflection
not even clearing the layer of crimson oxide
These eyes are blind to affection
you drown on a lake full of salt
Will memories fuel you to float?
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ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
son invernaderos donde riegan vegetales
ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
seis meses en uno y he perdido los cabales
Sobreingesta de pastillas
Me jodeis el colocon
un tubo por la nariz
parece un aspirador
Estoy bien dejadme irme
el psiquiatra no ha pasado
necesita una explicaciones
atrapada aqui me he quedado
ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
son invernaderos donde riegan vegetales
ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
seis meses en uno y he perdido los cabales
Estoy bien dejadme irme
La puerta es mi dirección
Ya casi estoy mi meta
alguien me da un empujón
Media placa no me toques
o te quito el baston
inyección de olanzapina
pa pasarme la noche atada
en una habitación aislada
ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
son invernaderos donde riegan vegetales
ODIO LOS HOSPITALES
seis meses en uno y he perdido los cabales
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Faith Horror Madrid, Spain
Faith Horror is Eba Sibe. mostly playing by herself. I'm a 26 year old sick girl who loves yelling, skacore and folkpunk and also uploads on youtube covers of her favourite tunes.
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