1. |
Stain
00:45
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2. |
Envy
03:07
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Prisoner of my insecurities
darkness wraps my body.
While your light shines
it shines brighter than mine.
So warm and blinding
I can feel it on my skin.
Are these chains blocking my wings?
Have I been enslaved by my sins?
I’ve spent my whole life scraping this mirror
without nails to harm it.
I should find something good in myself
instead of condemn me for my every failure.
So what’s left of me?
A body made by frail bones and a skin
marked by the scars of my ambitions.
Only a ruined soul corroded by envy.
(So what‘s left of me, now that my unique pain is distress?)
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3. |
Greed
02:57
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Constantly unsatisfied we sell our souls like mongers
living dominated by an unfillable hunger.
We distort reality, we create illusions
corrupting our coscience we raise our seclusion.
Blindfolded by our own ego
slaves of the jingling that the longing produces
hitting the ground and reflecting in our shadow.
The jaw of greed is clinging around our flesh.
We stretch our shady hands to the others’ plate
this is our temptation.
We trample on our morals only to reach a profit
to reach gratification.
Just a choice.
We have hunger for power.
We have thirst for success.
Withering as flowers
our unique pain is distress.
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4. |
Vanity
02:35
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Drowning in your luxury you’re hiding your pitch
from the malice in your eyes I’ve been bewitched.
Covering your empty shell with your lavish dress
veiling your poisoned thornes with every single tress.
Behind your smile is hiding a cold void
that all the attentions won’t fill.
Your eyes are searching for consent
this survey has become your torment.
What I've confused for perfection is nothing more than a fiction
nauseated by the jaunty scent that surrounds you.
Your pathetic pride behind the lipstick
your polluted life behind the gold earrings
Now your beauty is crumbling away
and your unique pain is distress.
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5. |
Collapse
00:59
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6. |
Acceptance
04:13
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Can you feel the angst is consuming our flesh?
Can you see this cycle is repeating itself afresh?
Walking together to the throes
we know we are the maker of others woes.
Gliding into the void
the collapse now can’t be avoid.
With our hands tightly held to the ground
feeble screams whereof we can barely hear the sound.
With our hands joined together to the sky
prays can’t repair not even with tears from our eyes.
This is our destiny, this is our toll
we will never be safe at all.
Envy will corrode us
Greed will corrupt us
Vanity will crumble us
and Acceptance will save us.
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