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What is profit?
Lost in the massive amounts
Of space known as surface
Which I did not consume
Technique is stored in parantheses
That changed a good portion of problems
But I should have expected something to go wrong
I've removed a few of the reactions
What is chance?
The recommended strength of music
Accumulated wealth
Seems to be life's culmination
The fulsome challenge of longing
My people, my flesh and blood
I have some real work to do here
And no one can find the writ
What is death?
Minus was the only reason
Put some flesh on my god
Walking out in the street
Blood runs cold with boxes of earth
The room beckoned quietly
But possession overcame all
Everything comes to an end
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It's OK
04:20
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I'm in the eye of the storm
A demented wind blowing smoke in my eyes
Blowing straight up my mind
And the mud all over the hillside
It reminds me of my new reality
Spread it out before me
No question now
It's OK
I survived
It's over
It's all right
And there's nothing to decline
I'm deep underground
Right in the dregs of my feelings
And my failings
Many years ago
Many stupid, undignified years ago
I set out on my own
To find the end of my life
But it's OK
I survived
It's over
It's done
It's all right
I'm fine
And there's nothing to decline
I'm sat on my own
In the remains of my belongings
In a terrible town
Because I have been divested
Of all my little dreams
And idle comprehensions
There's not much left of me now
But it's OK
I survived
It's over
It's done
It's all right
I'm fine
And there's nothing to decline
But can anyone tell me why
The chasm rended the chain apart
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Mental Darkness
05:54
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(the bouquet was, indeed, the writ)
(one, two, three, four)
He is a critic of culture
Reaching out for a better future
He is a writer and philosopher
He lits up just like phosphor
Opinions he questioned critically
We'll be life in the endless dream
(one, two, three, four)
Rebel against Christianity
The morale of false morality
At the end of the decade
Disillusioned and in fade
Withdrew into the existence
Mishap made to captivate
(one, two, three, four)
Impossible for closer acquaintance
In a letter to his mother
The case of mental darkness
Who will take this cloth and wipe this blood from our thoughts?
Concentrate on real elevation
Opposed to that of good and bad
I's a long time since our plan went ahead
Resigned his professorship
He didn´t choose to quit
All life evidences a will
Influence: that's how they live
The ones that could be so strong
It's now just something that went wrong
Impossible for closer acquaintance
In a letter to his mother
A case of mental darkness
Who will take this cloth and wipe this blood from our thoughts?
Impossible for closer acquaintance
In a letter to his mother
The case for mental darkness
Who will take these thoughts and write these words with our blood?
And yet, the owned have bled to death under our wheels
What is holy and what is powerful
In a world in which they all bleed
Invariable, gentle and pleasant
Against this tendency of a peasant
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Core
02:58
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Mischievous means to the core
One light, here to be seen
What is not known
The mist of darkness
The decorated lies within
Could we ever find happiness?
Piece of mind or a quiet time
With a hope that somehow someone
Could see through this, through this
I am loaded with a certain tension
I am vibrating at a certain frequency
If the frequency joins a certain amplitude
It will envelop and consume the things around me
Living without
Might be salvation for someone
The part that is hidden
Is salvation for another someone
Then maybe we can stop our whoring
And find an arbour of time
And see a love of what could only be called a king
And smile
I am loaded with a certain tension
I am vibrating at a certain frequency
If the frequency joins a certain amplitude
It will envelop and destroy the things in front of me
The need for us and everyone
And it feels like I hope it's gonna fall apart
The core does not seem to exist
But it never dies
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Massive
04:08
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The right to feel depressed
I think about it every so often
It's the rise of the clichés
The choice whether to listen to the government
You find a way and try to live up to it
In years to come and in your mind
You know, there comes a time when you forget
Another mission for the mercy of humankind
So just pass the wine
And I'll tell you there is no end
But I'll be lying
Which I know so terribly well
Find a way and try to live up to it
Slow days along the railway line
You know, there comes a time when you forget
Makes you wonder about the life you're leaving behind
Down the hole we go
Down the hole we're sucked again
Down the hole we go
Down the hole we're sucked again
Down the hole we go
Down the hole we're sucked again
Down the hole we go
It's preordained and material in a potent blend
The right to be depressed
I think about it all the time
Do you wish this fucking day would end already?
Do you feel like you're falling through your life?
And never speak is never regret
Slow days without a sign
You know, there comes a time when you forget
Makes you wonder what else you might've accidentally left behind
Just pass the wine
I may never be what I should
Well that's just fine
At least I've understood
That there's no real need to live up to it
No space to strive for clarity
You know, there comes a time when you forget
The world isn't ready for your kind of solidarity
Just pass the wine
And hand me the keys to your car
In a crooked line we will ride
We'll be pleased to have gone this far
But there's no real reason to go for it
The truth will finally align
You know, there comes a time when you forget
Let the innocent child be the measure of manhood in wartime
Lose the time again
Down the hole with all your friends
Find it again
In the hole until the end
Time again
Time again for a big descent
Find it again
Give it up for the fear in man
(what a brilliant line)
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a truth called nothing Stockholm, Sweden
The European atheist art-rock band, a truth called nothing, is made up of contrasts: they combine hi-i with lo-fi, death with joy. They have been active since the new millenium began, collaborating heavily with the european movement to legalize assisted suicide, as well as emerging at the forefront of the online phenomenon "Borgarkrossarna" ("The Bourgeois Breakers"). ... more
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