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Godless life
05:44
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I witness your fight
The last battle of your life
I observe your resistance, your plight
Although you showed strenght endure at great lenghts
Affliction and time mastered might
I want to take away your misery
Inflicted on myself
Just to see you healthy and strong again
So we could be together
Not condemned by sickness
Disease and death
There is no justice
There is no sense
A life worth only a moment
Value concludes pretense
Inevitability of end
Conquers all
Regardless of stature or status
A curse: we rise, we fall
Gone, in disease no laws
Just pain and sorrow upon
Wrong, right or wrong irrelevant
Logic equals none
There is no justice
There is no sense
A life worth only a moment
Value concludes pretense
Praying for the end of your suffering
On this godless life
To watch you, to watch you breathing
To see you, to see you knowing
That you'll be gone
And I'll be alone
Desperately, powerlessly, ineffectually
Watching illness taking the last hope
The last breath, the last glimpse of light
Out of your eyes
Those eyes I cherish
The last glimpse of light out of your eyes
Those eyes I cherish
We will see each other again...
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Winter shawl
05:18
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Wealth rules all
Corporate law
Rights awarded to a winter shawl
A brand new world
Culture absurd
A race no longer, silently unheard
Sheep herded apart
From tradition and art
We are at large a byproduct
Of resources sucked
Commercial construct
Blind misconduct, freedoms merged, now fucked
Borders no more, corporate takeover
Flags replaced with logos and ad campaigns
Embassies replaced with franchises and chains
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Epoch
04:49
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A story defying ages
An unpredictable outcome
I'm too scared to turn the pages
In fear of chapters to come
Just throw the book in the fire
And admire the flames consume it
A cloud of thick smoke
A cloud of sick jokes
Burning, filling the room
A past erased, a future uncertain
A whole life to be rewritten
Anew
Young blood, my veins are grey
My body lost in time, as always
I will lay in bed til dawn
Then raise my hands
And dance with the dead
Until all my friends are gone
And I turn to stone
Again
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endform Montreal, Québec
Dorian - Guitar / Vocals
Mariève - Bass / Vocals
Alexandre - Drums / Vocals
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