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Hospital of 1000 deaths
06:43
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Locked in a cell
Cold as night
Somewhere in the right side of my brain
I count every drop of water
Expelled from the faucet
Lulled by the groans of my companions
Of misery
One thousand personalities
Occupy every nook of my skull
Today the first one is taken
In the room of tortures
A sinister room
With a smell of sulfur
Where throne the jaws of anxiety
We place the unfortunate
Under the press
We turn the crank
The chin between eyes
We evacuate the corpse
The second one is coming
All the night long
We empty my sick brain
There is still a lot of people
To eliminate
Let in the following one
Locked in a cell
Cold as night
Somewhere in the right side of my brain
I count every drop of water
Expelled from the faucet
Lulled by the groans of my companions
Of misery
One thousand personalities
Occupy every nook of my skull
After 999 deaths
I am the only one left behind
Am I sane now?
They opened my skull
To see if there was somebody
Am I sane now?
I hear someone
Knock at the door
Of the right side
Of my brain
Am I sane now?
Am I sane now?
When would I leave this hospital
Of 1000 deaths
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2. |
Tormented souls
05:55
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No eyes to see
No mouth to cry (Where am I?)
No ears to hear
Death is coming (Who are you?)
In an endless corridor
Wheelchairs are dancing
On a stabbing rythm
Introduced by the song of starving ravens
On the ground, the fragmented mirrors
Reflecting pale gloomy lights
Thrown onto the cracked walls
Deformed shadows
No eyes to see
No mouth to cry (Where am I?)
No ears to hear
Death is coming (Who are you?)
It's in this hospital
That they tore my soul away
The engineer sent his servants
To make me discover ecstasy by blood
Their claws of steel kiss my flesh
And draw valleys on my body
My tendons torn off
I can't struggle any more
Tormented soul
I sink and drown myself
In a darkness of horrifying hell
Enjoyment in pain!
No eyes to see
No mouth to cry (Where am I?)
No ears to hear
Death is coming (Who are you?)
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3. |
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Lost in empty spaces
I try to find an exit
Out of my brain
A city of ghosts
Surrounded by ruins
Chaos in my mind
Faded memories
A dying past
Which haunts my soul
I can hear
The sound of silence
A horrible song for a dead spirit
I'm not alone inside my head
Am I mad?
The mother of madness
Feeds me with
Milk of insanity
The other me
Is fighting me
Can you see the thing in my room?
An entity
Raven-haired
I see my eyes behind the mirror
I'm lost in me
Who am I?
A subconscious war without victory
I'm not alone inside my head
Am I mad?
Fight with your mind
I'm the voice in your head
Which leads you to kill
When enemies are friends
Who is the evil?
I'm not alone inside my head
Am I mad?
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4. |
The mirror
05:17
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There's nothing behind the mirror
Except a life of loneliness
Take the hand of the devil
And join my hell
Locked in a crypt
House of god over your head
You're looking for the truth
Based behind your machines
Your rational mind
Blinds your perception of the unreal
There's nothing behind the mirror
Except a life of loneliness
Take the hand of the devil
Rejoin my hell
Roaches block the doors
Soulless people oppress you
There's no escape
You can't back down
Find the unconceivable
Or you will be damned
Drink the green seed
Blood of the anti-god
Contaminate yours
Build an army
A message from the future
Floods their dreams
Let me in your fleshless body
And take control of your rotten soul
The time has come
I am the prince of darkness
The master of lying figures
I am the prince of darkness
Cross through the mirror and join my hell
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Why you offered me to this world, which is not mine
I don’t know why I still breathe
I observe the void, infinity
I’m searching for meaning in sterile ideas
Which rot my brain and feed my despair
I write a note on a torn piece of paper
As a will which will benefit nobody
I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
“There was a hole here,
It’s gone now”
I have nothing to leave, Madness an inheritance? No!
This dear old friend will accompany me far beyond my death
In my dreams, I cut out the tongue of innocents
To keep them from flooding the world
with their utopian ideas
I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
“There was a hole here,
It’s gone now”
I Want the world to suffer as I suffered
To remove any hope of right-minded people
I want to stab myself in the eye
To travel only in my thoughts
I'm tired of flying behind falling stars
To catch only useless dusts
I dream about a world in flame
Where the deafening sound of cries
Will drown out that of mine
Then the silence
I am a foreigner Among the saints
A madman imprisoned into a pristine white cell
Without doors or windows
Something written on the wall
As an ultimate enigma
“There was a hole here,
It’s gone now”
Dreams start to wither away
But the papers will stay
A river of ashes
Flows into my veins
And annihilates any reflection
Where do my thoughts die ?
Paper will imprison my memories
I'll put it in the hole
If I can find it...
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6. |
My special place
05:13
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Waking up, trying to breath, no air.
This place looks familiar to me
Remembrance of a misted past
flashing my mind, something's wrong
Surrounded by shapes of nightmares.
It's cold inside. They're watching me,
they laugh at me In the corner of the room,
they wait for any of my moves to judge
Their distorted fingers pointing at me, they speak
I can't hear them, prisoner of silence, reduced to nothing
Yelling and screaming with no sound,
headache tormenting me
Weight of guilt is hard to handle,
where is it from
They know but they won't tell
Unable to think, unable to remember
My thoughts grow darker,
I want to wake up
Each breath is pain, I slowly suffocate
They keep me alive,
they want something I can't give
They're all around me now, no more escape
Their distorted fingers pointing at me, they speak
I can't hear them, prisoner of silence, reduced to nothing
Yelling and screaming with no sound,
headache tormenting me
Weight of guilt is hard to handle,
where is it from
A thing
I can't hide anymore
Must be admitted
Crashing here
with those demons
I live with
Each night since that day I try to forget
This pain added to the others, I reach the edge of sanity
It is time to accept, they come closer,
Like friends and family, the shadows are devouring me
No more fight,
they drown me into the fire
No need to struggle, guilt will soon be gone
Pain washes me, I finally fall deeper (bis)
They know but they won't tell
Unable to think, unable to remember
My thoughts grow darker, I want to wake up
Each breath is pain, I slowly suffocate
They keep me alive,
they want something I can't give
They're all around me now, no more escape
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7. |
Remove the black
05:39
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The heart is frail
Filled with nails
The lights goes down
Like they always do
Remove the black, Supress the self
The hands seems pale
Can't hold the fail
The lights goes down
As they always do
I want to feel
How I used to feel
Remove the black, Supress the self
I want to feel
How I used to feel
I am the prisoner ( and the doors and the walls )
I am the warden ( and the boots and the sneers )
I am the lies ( Bitter and sour )
I am the thruth ( Bitter and pure )
Bitter and sour
Bitter and pure
I can hold if you hold
I can try if you try
What's left of me
Can feel the lack
What's left of you
Has turned to black
I want to feel
How I used to feel
I want to feel
How I used to feel
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8. |
Zero
07:18
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Give them the consumed landscape
Give them the abstract escape
Give them anything you want
But give them something to want
Take back the consumed landscape
Take back the abstract escape
Take back anything you want
But is there something you want?
The lonely crowd reaches out
Selfishly for itself
Shards of loneliness
Tune in and drop out
Prospectors of the new low
Yearn for Zero
Prospectors of the new low
Crave for Zero
The future never was
The beauty is frail
The colours fade away
Isolation within the throng
Have you heard of the burial of time?
Discreetly running amok
Like a silent Ragnarok
Have you seen the great withering?
Can’t seem to remember
Is there anything I miss?
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Lying Figures Nancy, France
Lying Figures is melodic death/doom from east of France.
Sometimes melodic, sometimes brutal
but always heavy and oppressive, their music is inspired by tortured art as well in music, cinema or literature.
From Saturnus to Katatonia , from the band deploys a universe in which madness and melancholy are dancing together.
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