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feed on the charade
05:46
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Truth tastes bitter. Feed me with lies! Reality I will deny...I am so hungry, so come and feed! Your hypocrisy is what I need. I swallow all of what you say. And I eat it all... eat all away. But I ́m still dying of starvation. Your charade is my nutrition. The stomach ache won ́t go away. The stomach, it will remain. My stomach ́s filled to the limit. Keep feeding me until I split. My throat hurts, but I swallow. Still I feel so hollow. The stomach ache won ́t go away. The stomach ache will remain.
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just keep digging
05:47
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Knee deep in the flesh of mother earth. Sweat runs and burns in our eyes. The heart pumps the red juice...While we try to make our way through all these lies. As we ́re getting deeper it ́s getting harder To differ us from all the dirt and the scum. With every hit of the pick and every shove full of soil We realize how fucked up we have become. Just keep digging! You can try to bury the horrors of your past. But they won ́t rot and decay. They will last. So take your bare hands and start to moat. Ignore the dust that slowly fills your throat. Knee deep in the flesh of mother earth. Hips deep in the flesh of mother earth. Chest deep in the flesh of mother earth. Head deep in the guts of mother earth. We have to deeper... under the surface! Just keep digging!
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Quarantine
06:07
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No light or sound can reach me here. A place to hide from the outside fears. Here in this dark and warming womb. ...my cradle... my tomb. I feel save in my cave. Extremists and authorities try to tell me What to believe and even what to eat. But I am just curious If I ́m allowed just to breathe. I shut the window to the outside world. Burn the memories, cause I know what they ́re worth. Isolation. Quarantine. This is my home. Leave me alone! I don ́t want to... turn your... misery... into my own. I never got something good... in return... for the compassion... that I ́ve shown. I feel save in my cave. I don ́t mind if you call it my grave. People call me a hermit and somehow that might be true. But I ́ve given up on names and I ́ve given up on all of you.
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obolus for Charon
05:22
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I don ́t know what to believe. Will there be an afterlife? Inferno or Elysium...Would you do me a favor? When my time has come, when the last breath has left my lungs...When my time has come, place a coin under my tongue! Obolus for Charon Though I never believed...Neither in the old gods, nor the new...Just in case I ́ve been wrong Please do as you promised. When my time has come, when the last breath has left my lungs...When my time has come, place a coin under my tongue! Obolus for Charon Don ́t let my journey end at the shore of Acheron. Don ́t forget your promise when I ́m dead and gone.
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DNA
07:16
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Maybe war is the answer. Nature ́s way to decrease our number. An ancient code in our DNA That forces us to kill our own kind Maybe war is the answer. Medicine for the human cancer. A cure for this disease. The virus called man. We are the spoiled and misbehaving children of evolution. Nature ́s got a problem. Massacre is the solution. For we have raped... for we have enslaved...Our one and only mother. For we have slayed... for we have betrayed...Our sisters and brothers.
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OFF THE GALLOWS Siegen, Germany
OFF THE GALLOWS is a five piece band from Siegen, Germany - formed in early 2015.
We play a mix of doom, sludge, post and progressive metal.
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