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Dark Construktor
05:36
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Force field over the sky
To your mind, it’s out of reach
Dive back, into the wire
Switch on your shame Machine
It shines some flashing spot
Lighthouse to your numbness
Electro fried with open eyes
Lights fade, sky is overcast
Where are you?
What are you?
Who are you?
Look out!
Some pods ooze out of the screen
Seems the gate becomes hazy
The nightmare materializes
Don’t close your delicate eyes!
It shines some flashing spot
Lighthouse to your numbness
Electro fried with open eyes
Lights fade, sky’s overcast
Where are you?
What are you?
Who are you?
Look out!
We’re the forsaken guests
Of a planet long gone mad
We’re the sons of the raven
Kept by the dark constructor
In a biosphere
I see the life where there’s no wind
Far far from earth
I still have some dreams
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Serving a moral despot‘s own illusions
Fooled by the deceit some miserable pawn marches up the board
Absurdity cut down to a tinting opposition
Rather than a fight of speeches mould and shaped by the barker lords
Who could really think - one man would shape a world ?
Leaders of great magnitude, Dr. Klahn and the Red Son
Sometimes started wars for millenniums
Bishops kept the stalemate going on only to put the world in a bottle Why would time be sacrificed while divinity only ask you to love
Who could really think - one man would shape a world ?
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Starcrossed Lovers
05:30
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Araising from galaxies
Having each their gravities
In every way opposed
Deviated from the stellar course
Nature struck by the tidal force
Of the celestial call
No more Interstellar inertia
No more Interstellar inertia
For the starcrossed lovers
Cosmic chasm, fold on itself
No More !!!!
Our orbit is elliptic
From a parallax we hide and seek
The attraction is strong
Our hearts send radio waves
Tears turn into cosmic dust
We vanish in the universe
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Esoterhythm
06:04
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Far, hot, wild and remote, there it was a place
Where people could speak through song and dance
Distant haunting beating on the mother drum
In a tongue where there isn't any fence
Fear the bokor's magic! Casts a vengeful groove
That brings back the dead to dance
I'm a scavenger! A Music collector
For the Dr. Terror's house of horrors
People walking round and round
Dancing in front of the idol of a great Loah
Vanish their selves in the holy beat
Things going on are far beyond mystic
Couldn't resist in making it a hit
That’s when I stole the esoterism
By writing down the sacred music
For doing this I know, I know the curse is on my soul
Take a ride in the rara procession
But don’t you write into partition
Tonight ! The devotees round-up wearing strange get-ups
On their chests the cross they bear
Roars of exaltation unfold the procession
Are you experienced yet ?
Heads are oddly shaking and the chains are rocking
To the deafening sound
The words are bewitching, the band is enchanting
Maestro, malocchio, you dance at his command!
People walking round and round
Dancing in front of the idol of a great Loah
Vanish their selves in the holy beat
Things going on are far beyond mystic
Couldn't resist in making it a hit
That’s when I stole the esoterism
By writing down the sacred music
For doing this I know, I know the curse is on my soul
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