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Beyond the Urban Misery
06:24
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My mind again is thinking of a way to leave.
Everything, so unfamiliar.
And I just want to close my eyes and let myself fall deep asleep,
To let my mind just disappear for within some briefly hours.
As hopelessness eats away on your remaining brain cells,
The black poison does it's work in between your veins.
The decadence start's by drinking yourself down the spiral,
Until nothing but a dark hole and a razor will remain.
I've got no jacket and my head is froze.
My body, sunken in melancholy.
And as my head is screaming more and more,
I obey my self destructive slavery.
There's no hope and no salvation.
Only sadness and despair.
Alone I'm standing by the station.
Thinking of the best way I could leave.
Again a day with no relief.
Again a day with no relief.
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2. |
Wertlos
06:22
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Lately I see reality through a solid pane,
And it feels like I slowly get insane,
From what behind I can't seperate thoughts from what is real,
Where I don't know what I can see or touch or feel,
Where I can't tell the difference between day and night,
And I just hope that once I leave my house I got into a fight,
Where I can hit someone until he falls into the mud,
Then stab him with my knife until he stops to shrug,
And I dont think I might survive until next day,
I should walk down the rails and wait the pain to go away.
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3. |
Station P7
03:47
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4. |
Methadone
06:32
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As soon I try go back to sleep,
With methadone at 6 am,
I wish that I will not wake up,
Forever into the silent deep.
Drowned in black waters of my mind,
Without a bottom, without no end.
And when the needle in my arm,
Seems like the only love I'll ever find.
I try to get wasted by every chance I see,
To finally give myself a break,
And sink into the warm and calming sleep,
to forget everything around me.
I often ask myself before I sleep,
Why I don't fit anywhere upon this world.
And why there never was a place for me,
And why I still failed every time to leave,
But then I close my eyes as always,
Take a deep breath and sleep.
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5. |
Failure
03:16
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Во всех окнах серого района,
Не горит не один свет.
Под фонорями, на улицах удачи.
Столько горя, надежды нет.
И как печально, и тяжело на серце.
Смотря в небо, трудно дышать.
Как бы не старался, все бесполезно.
До разссвета долго, мне плевать.
Хочу збежать от сюда, как можно дальше,
Збежать от самого себя.
На подоконнике, разправив руки,
И исчезнуть навсегда.
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Death, a creation of your mind.
A portal between day and night,
Nostalgic memories from strangers,
Memories I've never had.
Telepathic with my other self,
Starring through eyes of past and future,
The obvious observed by mirrors,
Reflecting faces twisted by fear.
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7. |
Wasteland of Dreams
02:47
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8. |
Göppingen
03:00
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9. |
Schwermut
12:04
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And nor delightful self-mutilation,
Will lead our way for the truth we seek.
Restraining flashbacks from the past,
For what fate to change I am to weak.
Melancholy, nist's up my chest on days so bleak.
And burns up slowly up my lungs.
Crushing thought's so heavy...
For bearing them I am to weak.
Those days, wandering the lands,
And every step another burden,
My blood drops down upon the leaves,
And every day another burden.
Longing for the truth we seek,
For bearing it I'll be to weak.
Deep and deeper within the black woodland sigh inside,
Though drunk and stumbling through the ailand forest.
By mother nature's decomposing guide...
All equal, for the artless judgements lust.
My ugly body, gross funedemental hatred lies upon,
Finite pile of human mass and biological waste beyond.
I'm an error, a bug, a defect within this society.
A worm, since birth nothing but a trouble, raised by hatred and anxiety.
And crushing thought's is all I can think of.
Perishing beyond the sky of self loathing lies above.
I want to make my body decompose and became whole with the earth.
So at least one significantly thing I've done by my useless life since birth.
I want to crush my head against the wall until my skull begins to crack.
Shattering my fingers, one after another, just till my vision blacks.
And rip all hair right from my head until it's gone.
Then take a knife and peel of skin until you see the bone.
I want to push my thumbs into the eyes to spare myself my ghastly sight.
And drink one bottle after other to take away my distinct light.
And grab both hands and press them into fists and crush them down as thunderstorms down onto my worthless body.
I want to grub my fingers down into the flesh, as blood thobbs out excessively. And sliding my both fingers down, across the bone so white.
As blood is spurting down my hand and down upon my feet so tight...
I keep on ripping out the pieces until my thoughts keep quiet.
I want to stay beside the calming trees of ailand forest,
And reach the one and only inner piece I've searched for my whole past.
Becoming one with mother nature's artless lust, thinking about how year's have last... forever below the ancient tree's and looking up above the sky, pondering until all clouds have passed.
And as my life is coming to an end,
I still hope that this is all nothing but a dream.
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10. |
My Sweet Anxiety
04:46
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I don't remember feeling more lonely in my whole life time,
than I feel this night, this moment.
Walking by the grey soviet buildings and it's so cold,
so bleak, so lonely. And I just want to cry all the fucking time, just find a way to escape. But even that does not have any purpose now. Inside the rain and the countless bright of windows, nobody will notice if I disappear.
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Aurora Disease Göppingen, Germany
Aurora Disease is an DSBM / Depressive Rock / Avantgarde
- One man project from Göppingen - Germany, founded by Antisozial in 2015.
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