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Voidhead - Angles Morts

4 FREE tracks of musical eruptions & neckbreaking beats for you and your fellow wrasle-lovin' beatomaniacs to bop your heads to. Each track represents a wrestling move, paying tribute to some of the great maneuvers & holds of the greats in the wrestling business. Catch a few sonic beatdowns from this one!

The Green Mist

Slow Worded Wall - Naviarhaiku546

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 Some days I wish I mattered… 

You look for someone, to move on
The day is not here, but will it come?
Thought you were gone, what if you
were wrong, should you be hung
Strung to the gallow for your shallow thoughts?

Storms in your mind. Ruined times. Humanity is in decline.
Stabbed from behind, left you on the beach dying.
Trying to breathe. Relax. Don’t let darkness bury you.

Legion of guilt devours you. Drain your energy. Reason to live.
Further down the maelstrom. Slowly dying.You are the reason
They are crying. Denying. Denying. Crimes of the past. 
They will ruin you. Since they will last. Don’t try. Keep slipping away.

Stench of lies in the air. Hatred rolling down. Despair. Heir of distress.
Your attempt to impress. Fails. Fails again. Basement dweller. 
Fortune teller. Reminiscence of the past. It won’t last.
It won’t last.

Designed to work. Get locked up. Fucked up. Loser. Trance.
Dancing by strings. Worthless thing. Obey the commands.
You are less of a man. Die by your own hands. 

Nunc Stans. Now is way beyond your last stance. 
Nightmare, unaware, Pavor Nocturnus. Madness through
saturnalian rituals. Illegal. Something stings. 

Funeral played by strings. The drums in your ears ring. Ring. Ring.
Nothing determines your future spring. As a matter of fact.
Good times won’t come back. Obscured by sadness. 
A gateway to madness.
On the ship of fools. Drifting to places unknown.
Ulysses was wrong. Not strong but a drifter who thought he was the one. 
Killing to get killed. The destiny of the gods. Transformed to disintegrate.
Too late. Too late. It is your fate.  
Indifference. Apathy. No glory. You were never free.


Voidhead - Somedays I Wish I Mattered

Zagadka - Mindreværdskomplekser : Indre Dialog


Vers 1:

Angsten for at blive opdaget
i mit mindreværd
Er til stede i nuet
Men jeg er ikke der
To verdner splittes 
Hvorfor ligge der?
Grådkvalt i asfalt
Beton og grå toner
En drage på havet
Ses med 7 kroner
Zoner  i et tomrum
Hvor tid ikke findes
Hvorfor er det at når man er væk
At man vil mindes? 
Minder der tangerer 
Til tankespinderi
Som en fugl i bur
Er jeg flyvende og fri 

Vers 2:

Munden åbnes
Men intet kommer ud
Den evige drøm
Om at skilles fra min hud
Er for ofte utro
Mod det 8’ende bud

Står for skud
Som en hare 
Der fanges i en snare
Burde snare stå stille
Lade være med at spille
En anden
Man hellere vil være 
Det er om at lære
At elske og ære
Den person man er

Så i en svær tid 
Stå ved
Selvom livet er hårdt
Bryd fri af komplekser
Ellers ender du i lort

Vers 3:

Diagnose samfund
Uden øjne uden mund
Det skulle være så sundt
Når sjælen gør ondt
Året rundt 
Er der regn 
Endnu et tegn på en nedtur
Smelter som smør på en pande
På et komfur
Psykiatrisk turpas 
På den lukkede 
Når du sviner hende til
Og kalder hende krukket
Der er ikke plads i verden til din
Misogyni 
For det du virkelig drømmer om 
er at være fri

Så hæld ikke dit selvhad 
Ud over andre 
Du kan modtage kærlighed
Hvis du ændrer dine tanker
Får et mål
Ingen nål 
Kommer væk fra din osteklokke
Selvom smerten går i ring
Så lad det ikke rokke 
På dit håb, på dit mod
På kærlighed til andre
Strømmen kan vendes 
Også for et anker

Outro:

Men jeg kommer aldrig op 
Af den brønd jeg er sunket i
mindreværdet presser
Og presser mig længere ned
Skriger efter hjælp
Men det fører intetsted
Fanget i selvmedlidenhed
Og skylder skylden på verden
Troglodyte kan aldrig lære 
En anden mands færden 


Mindreværdskomplekser : Indre dialog

Subtract humanity 
Into beastiality 
So small
In the great universality
Dead stars
Dead dreams
Streams flow
Trees grow
Born to die
Why? Why? 
Hopelessness react
Society detract
The Roman empire
Fell to pieces
Build by a dream
Of brutality 
Nero laughs 
In the flames
Who is to blame?
Megalomaniac thoughts? 
Power corrupts.
Hedonistic desire
Serve to kill as a squire
The birds fly amongst the ruins
Far towards east
Feast on corpses 
Of civil men
Feed it to their children
Eyes pop out 
Like oysters of a shell
No magic spell
Can reverse this disgrace
Face your fears
Cry your tears
A new emperor will come
Rise of a dynasty
The whole world 
Covered in blood
A beggar rises from the mud
Hatred
Fear
Anxiety
The stars will guide us
To defeat
Once again civil men
We never learned from Socrates
Judgement day is our inheritance
 The meek will not inherited the earth
Just scorn, porn and petty dreams
Screams from people gassed in concentration camps
Thou wilt is our command
Rise for another reich
Stand up and get ready to fight
Fight for country, fight for land, 
Fight for freedom and your fellow man
Let thy thoughts decay
Your individuality and face will melt away
Fight for Russia, fight for Greece, fight for
Pride, erase the weak.
The proles will rise and meet their end
Communism is not their friend
Limitations and KGB
Plowed down by the Americans’ M16
Dead by fire
Rise like the phoenix
From ashes we will prevail
Never to fail again
War repeats on and on
Suppress the masses 
Carry on 
Let them inherit our discourse
Us and them 
And no remorse
Trumpets and muskets 
And unlimited power
Now has come thy final hour
Blow thy trumpet Gabriel
Once more
The new Jerusalem will be built
After the final war


Somnium Scipionis



Voices
Echoes
Phantom christ

Removing myself from the cave
Blinded by light as my shadow melts away
Haunted by sights of my former life.
Perpetual torment everything to hide
Hide from a hind covers my body.
Hiding behind my mask of bones.
Stone cracks to light the flame
Who are these people?
Who are to blame?
Shame.
Consuming my pride. 
A guilt trip through memory lane.

All these emotions turn into pain.
No way to comprehend the shadow that follows
No longer reflected on the wall.
Falling and kneeling.
Praying to God. 
Who created this mess? 
Nuclear weapons.
Mass destruction. 
Propaganda.
Lies. 
Cries from a mother
Cries from a child.
Innocent creatures.
Waiting to die!


Remove the microchip from their brain. 
Let them think.
Let them act. 
Time to react to these cruel intentions.
Capital punishment of the mind.
Tribulations. 
Incantations.
From the shadow cults down the street.
Who tries to increase their wealth.
In the absence of others.

Light the flame.
Carry on.
You don’t always need to be strong.
Whisper your song to those who succumb.
Alpha and Omega.
Black and white.
Light and darkness
Walk side by side. 

Try to communicate.
Don’t repeat the faults of old age.
Resist the urge to power.

Days go by 
Minute by minute
Hour by hour
The fall of the ones 
From the tower
Sour grapes
Tangerines
Dreams of eschaton 
Drowned in porn

Schattenmensch

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