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Prelude
01:22
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2. |
Reborn
01:40
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The weight of life
Got used to be eaten from the inside by the beast
Everyday I am reborn from the ashes of self destruction
This beast will see the image of the true power
No step back
No more
It is so tempting to act upon your fears,
but I'd rather sacrifice my legs than make the step of doubt
No step back
No more
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3. |
Broken
01:01
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Nothing to lose,
nothing to get
You are worthless part in this bloody machine
Broken
They think you should be repaired,
but they are wrong
The machine will fall
The machine will be broken
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4. |
Blood Eagle
01:29
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Take me in your bloody hands,
that are believed to be innocent
Oh, how I adore them
Tell me more lies
Make me disbelieve in everything I care about
Itching hands and thoughts
Long-expected embrace
My limbs
My wings
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5. |
Object
01:38
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"Instructions.
There are 72 objects on the table that one can use on me as desired.
Performance.
I am the object.
During this period I take full responsibility.
Duration: 6 hours (8 pm – 2 am)" *
Show me your desire
Show me your true nature
Will you harm or will you protect me?
I am an "object",
but will you treat me as one?
I will give you those damn 6 hours to answer all these questions
* Instructions for Rhythm 0 (1974) - a six-hour work of performance art by Yugoslav artist Marina Abramović
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6. |
Petunia Non Olet
01:30
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Be an example to me,give me all your care.
We are undoubtedly connected
The times are tough and I understand it
The value of life is questioned to the extremes
Will all this gold warm you
during these cold days?
There is more to the curriculum.
I feel sorry for you hardworking individual
The times are tough and I understand it
The value of life is questioned to the extremes
Will all this gold warm you
during these cold days?
Insides are starting to feel your warm hands
The value of life is questioned to the extremes
“Petunia non olet”
I’ll never forget your deed
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7. |
Crown
03:12
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Put a crown on your head,
may your head be blessed
Surrounded by the walls of prejudice
Petty vision of own’s supremacy
In my eyes of second sort
I behold the coronation of a void
I can see the fall
Ask the mirror, take a moment
I bet you wonder what was wrong
Enjoy your blessed head to the fullest
while you can
While that crown is not a burden
One day you shall regret
that your head has this weight
And it’s a shame that it cannot
get off on its own
This life will give you a hand
Put a crown on your head
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8. |
My Tribe
01:17
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Whenever you feel that you’re alone
break the walls inside yourself
Around our fire we’re all as one
Join and help us build this wigwam
Whenever you feel that you’re alone
Our tribe is our home
No time to feel down
No way I am turning back
Join me in this battle,
together we are strong!
Take my hand
This tribe is your home
Remember one thing: you’ll never be alone
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9. |
Masha
01:42
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No need for glory
No fear in her eyes
Standing strong
True partisan
Her kindness was her weapon
Betrayed and captured by a pack of rats
For all her bravery
Masha* had to pay the price
She’ll never be forgotten
Revenge for her we’ll carry so the history didn’t repeat itself
Our hearts will beat as one
All the martyrs won’t be forgotten
The hating scums won’t be forgiven
As long as we are breathing
The doomsday shall not come
* Maria "Masha" Bruskina
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10. |
Sisyphus
02:34
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Mental breakdowns are haunting me everyday
leaving no hope for my escape
Desire to fall without standing up;
to fall into eternal sleep
The torch is not bright enough to light my way
The rock is a burden for me to push
Consideration to give up is quite near
Three options are given to us
The rock gives no time to consider them all
One is to die out of own’s desire
Another is to fall into the hope of a better afterlife
Yet we choose to say “no” to those two
Our choice is to accept the absurdity of this life
Our creed is to revolt and achieve the greatest freedom
The rock shall not be the greatest of burdens
This is my myth
I am Sisyphus*
* The Myth of Sisyphus (1942) an essay by Albert Camus
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