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Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor
Title: Stampede
Year: 2016

Stampede

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: Black and Blue.
Year: 2016

Black and blue dressed widow, while everything keeps falling apart, always tracing down the rests of our conscience, I remember not...
Black and blue dressed widow, while everything keeps falling apart, facing my fears as they are so senseless now.. 
so hard to discover… brutalized… shaking eyes…
stoned minds… words… and now that i'm on the ground, overwhelmed with my own lies?
Like mothers and flowers, haters and lovers, the bullets the kisses, 
guts, cuts, now we can't run…
Whistling, shivering, hiding ground like rotten roach, like mothers and flowers, the haters and lovers...
So I'm on my own, like suspended in time and space.. I'm floating in this grace, I feel there's nothing left… 
I'm so glad… Life becomes just clearer now, that I'm lost…
Barely breathing without wars, in this cold… solid thoughts that i can see with my own eyes (already closed).

Black And Blue

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: Devil's Shape
Year: 2016

Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape? human beings - lineage of Cain
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape in me?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more!… 
now that we cannot see the sky
won't play alone
Something in my ears - but I put some more…
We want everything to be our slave… we grow up together but die like we're enemies… 
Our decay begins when we can't dream the same… hands turn sharp while the world turns grey… 
if only we can kill our gods and kings and queens… tear down crowns and break the hardest chains.
So we plant in our doom some cruel end
So we felt, in our tour, both love and hate
While we shrink in our world, scars blooming hate
In our plank, in our room, doors closing in.
While we shield in our bones, scars… (scars blooming hate)
Have you ever walked under the rain? Have you ever seen the devil's shape?
have you ever thought we are to blame? have you ever seen the devil's shape?
I got no more, won or lost, no pain to share, I play alone, before I rot, stay calm, no matter…no!
before we've had enough of this wrath
may the world spit away us too and
Turn it over, again
over

Devil's Shape

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: Greenwitch
Year: 2016

Greenwitch

Album: Songs From the Lowest Floor.
Title: The Awful Path
Year: 2016

Along the way we're seeking, upon the awful path, on that way we're shaking before we all find death.
Along the way we're falling, upon this awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
Forsaken words. Return. Sharpest horns, cutting through but the way leads nowhere. 
Along the way we're seeking, upon the awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
Thirst, embrace, lack of love, hanging hands, I still fall but the way leads nowhere.
Home, phrase, lights went out, blocked jaws, I still fall but the way leads nowhere… And the path leads nowhere.
Along the way we're falling, upon this awful path, on the way we're seeking it before we all find death.
But this hole that keeps on growing looks like we'll never ever get rid of it,
in your stomach the bile overflows, falling away 'till the day does illuminate
By the soil, hands are growing and grabbing our fears till we unleash them all
Before we get lost and repent our being born, pick up some mud, blood, set on fire and play with that…
Blood, shared, waterdrops, won't return, I keep falling but the way leads nowhere.
Thoughts, chase, lights went out, blocked jaws… (I keep falling but the way leads nowhere)
And as often, you've been fucked just one step before you can hang on a rope
Seconds before we can see how you pray, until your head started to dream miles away from it, written in blood and tangled in a fall
Let it go, your realm of gold won't evolve until we wake, and wash away this awful fate
ropes are hanging and before we forget and we're stuck in a road, remember what kept us from dying alone, throw down the shovel, 
you're digging your hole, before we get lost and we only can see wrath.

The Awful Path

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Devil's Shape

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