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The City Of Light
10:31
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Patient, timid, obedient,
No will, no freedom, no arguments.
Working harder day by day,
The city of light shall be raised.
Tighter and tighter the teeth are clenched,
Towards the aim shorter is the way.
Stone to stone, wood to wood,
Bringing closer the common good.
We will raise the city of light
With a dome rising high above.
It will be covered with stars from inside,
New life, utopia, our new heaven.
Closer and closer the day’s approaching,
Harder and harder the whip lands,
Faith and power have long forsaken,
All in all one step’s left to take…
The city of light is raised,
Its dome’s rising high above,
It’s covered with stars from inside,
That’s our new kind of artificial heaven.
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No beast, nor human can interfere,
Wealth and prosperity will one day prevail.
Firmly we stand on our ground,
The land is for us, we’re here in command.
Envious strangers shall burn in hell,
Rotten in minds, they calumniate.
We’re glorious people on a glorious land,
No one can trespass, nor flee in no event.
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Fetus
08:55
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Push, move, breathe…
Don’t you ever dream about it.
Your heart beats, though it’s only for a meanwhile.
The events will unfold not at all as you have projected,
Don’t dream much, you’re still gonna be rejected
(Don’t dream much, don’t dream much).
Never born, the produce of desire,
The very first breath drifts like ash over fire.
Your existence is sin. Who are you to deny this?
Hollowness is within, you’re but one dead-born fetus.
Your resistance is silly,
Your attempts are in vain.
Obnoxious being, how dare you to protest?
The sooner you give up, the sooner you’ll rest.
Your flesh’s fed to the tongs, eased the system’s complexity,
You are now a blank space, you will enter nonentity.
Push, move, breathe…
Don’t you ever dream about it.
Your heart beats, though it’s only for a meanwhile.
The events will unfold not at all as you have projected,
Don’t dream much, you’re still gonna be rejected
(You’re still gonna be rejected, you’re still gonna be rejected).
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Iscariot's Journal
04:10
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You trust me with your hopes…
Your faith is blind,
My meanness – infinite,
Turn up your face, I’ll spit in your eyes.
Treachery,
This filth in my veins is anticipating patiently.
Treachery, like drops of acid,
Is eating away the rest of my soul.
Never loyal,
This heavenly feeling is flourishing lush interweaving with me.
Treachery,
To see all its beauty you try it yourself, you feel what it tastes.
Your faith is blind,
My meanness – infinite,
Turn up your face, I’ll spit in your eyes.
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