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Instrumental
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Singular
03:45
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While exploring
Experimenting
And more often than not
Failing at everything
I suddenly realized
Despite my attempts of integrity
How fragile and erratic
My actions have been
I think most of us
Search for a purpose
And in that, we find
Different and better
Versions of our self
It helps us connect
With our present dasein
To the will of our future heart
Albeit, once we get there
Everything in-between is just lost
There are just more fragments
As memories in mosaic display
"When ugly weeds
Cover your island
Your sole thought shall be
The future of your imperative hand"
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3. |
Omicron
04:12
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As you rip off the scars on your fingers
And the iron seeps through a red soaked film
This is the human incarnation of molt
Catharsis corporeal
Glaring with flaming red bruised upper joints
With lingering numbness, and a stringent skin
These are the marks set upon your frame
From sombre thoughts and worthless efforts
See; the callous brought from pain
Tiny wounds heal quicker
Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm
Cling to the bone
Weep through the smoke
And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust
Exhaust your cask
Engage your poise
And be the sun of your former self
For a while, your boredom reaches new heights
As the compulsions go unfuelled
This is the epitome of self-attrition
The place in which you start anew
See; the callous brought from pain
Tiny wounds heal quicker
Weave the stains all together
Hold on to the storm
Cling to the bone
Weep through the smoke
And listen to your agony
Float up to the crust
Exhaust your cask
Engage your poise
And be the sun of your former self
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4. |
Sigma
05:09
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Drowse
Stagger
At the junction of eyes
Faces
Tumbling
Tilt-shift periscope vision
Crackle
Pectoral sink
If only I knew better how to straighten my spine
Silent
Deafening
Shrieking
Dampening –
A mess of colours
Tears frazil at dawn
How do I know what will leave the least amount of strife?
Flushed frontal lobe
A clearing for thought
I'd go for option four if I didn't manifold
Exhaust
Reckless movement
Hanging
Pills of no return sedatives
Submerging
Hypothermia
They all leave
Unbearable passive scars
The weight is too great to carry
Even before it's done
I spent years pondering why things turned out the way they did
And whether or not I would be able to change
Old souls into something
That would redeem
My discoloured heart
Did I choose the right return?
Did they respond the way I hoped?
Now that they're gone, I know the full extent of my pain
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away
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5. |
Equinox
06:22
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Once a child
Feeble and mild
Grew through fire
A burning and warm mind
Past stoneware jugs, in shade and chagrin
Two springy feet fly out from the dusk
"Loathsome reavers
I've cast your slimy faces in the bog!"
(Now) two adamant pillars lean against each other
At the uppermost point, interlaced complexion
"On an open canvas, every stroke shine like a firefly"
Was whispered in concord
Reason
Sober
Rampant
Naïveté
Silent
Weather storm
Dust settling
We all hoped to conduct
A stream of thoughts
That would sing to the heart
Sing words of longing
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
Ego hic non
Moriatur
The voices of a wish
That shake the very bones
Now with one foot under the sun
And another under the moon
The voices of a wish
That shake the very bones
Now with one foot under the sun
And another under the moon
Staring
Flailing
Soaring
Flames are now clear
Opened skylight
Sealed shut
Stars are now breathing
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6. |
Bore
01:30
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Instrumental
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iota
04:06
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I've been holding off on reason in favor of guilt
It is too easy to lean back on old dust while planning future feats
My walls are glaring at me now
Bone white with a hint of disgust
The only drapery both in and outside of my head:
Sound, dirt, old air, mold, sleep, and light
Alas, it might be time to make a shift of companionship
Show me out to the streets
Meet my face at every crease
I'd like to listen to all of your morose
And pluck the seams off for relief
I know how walls crumples the mind
But also how in the folds, there are answers to find
I chose to be self-aware
But despised to act honestly
My deeds for tomorrow
Are my needs for today
This is how I apologize for my absence
I'll be a foot closer to your hearts by now
This is how I apologize for my absence
I'll be a foot closer to your hearts by now
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8. |
Haze
01:44
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Instrumental
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9. |
Lotus
03:37
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The heave
The solemn anxiety
The stems cling firmly to its thirsty roots
Singular eye
On top of the surface
Jugular sigh
Chloroplast remains seep out
They left
What cloud rained on them?
Should my shame be set aside
And left to fester in the ground?
Root fissure cracks
Laden stem bent
Bruised panicle detached
Split amethyst petal floats away
I left all that I loathe
Shame to lie in the murky bedrock
I cut off my invisible blot
To set roots
In shallower waters
For everyone to see
In shallow waters
For everyone to see
Seedlings spring out
No longer
Obstructed
Discoloration fade
Seedlings spring out
No longer
Obstructed
Discoloration fade
Closed bell
But safe from myself
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10. |
Zenith
06:52
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At the core of any decision
Lies a permeating ambition
To change and improve
One's ever-evolving integrity
To clasp the sombre
And to reach for the unknown
Will eventually lead forward
And keep your heels firm on the ground
In a disheartened state
Or at the brink of depression
Resolve is not easily found
There's a blank plane
That flushes out, in a burning motion
The will to choose
Point the very edge of your cornea
At the zenith of your mind
And stare into the nucleus
Stretch your arms up
And free your lungs and heart
From the clamping limbs
Imagine boring into the husk
Of the trepid mould of desolation
The heart of your gloom lies here
The crux of your anguish
With a stretch and a million crunches
Slowly eradicate the woes and griefs
Through persistence and grit
The heart of your gloom lies here
The crux of your anguish
With a stretch and a million crunches
Slowly eradicate the woes and griefs
Through persistence and grit
At the core of any decision
Lies a permeating ambition
To change and improve
One's ever-evolving integrity
To clasp the sombre
And to reach for the unknown
Will eventually lead forward
And keep your heels firm on the ground
It might not be all for nothing
Deeds undone glare at self-pity
Charred in the back of your mind
Burns the heat of your toil
The heat of your toil
Will incinerate your fear
And frame the Zenith
As the incomplete and dismal past self
The heat of your toil
Will incinerate your fear
And frame the Zenith
As the incomplete and dismal past self
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11. |
Zeta
04:56
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We ride on the shoulders of giants
Of past surmounts and discoveries
We ride on the shoulders of giants
For the setting suns and rising moons
You had high trust in complacency
Before you knew what it meant
A generation held in fallacy
With peaceful, blissful gloom
We see more and farther than our predecessors
Not because we have keener vision or greater height
But because we are lifted up
And borne aloft on their gigantic stature
In that, we are not alone in being here;
We ride on the shoulders of giants
Of past surmounts and discoveries
As each giant call to his companion
Through the desolate intervals of time
We climb up and out together
We ride on the shoulders of giants
For the setting suns and rising moons
We see more and farther than our predecessors
Not because we have keener vision or greater height
But because we are lifted up
And borne aloft on their gigantic stature
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12. |
Rho
06:13
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Each day is a little life
Every waking and rising a brief birth
Every new sun a quick youth
Every going to rest a short death
You'll puzzle the thoughts you know
Hastening to the reminders of old tales' fright
So dense, your iridial bore
It's not for nothing you're looking to loosen your chains
This shroud is only for your others
Foam clouds to blind the azure
While your mind sails barren
Clear in direction, but without wind
Nothing shimmers in a nightfall shade
Neither stupor nor declination a slow ebb
Not a new moon a quiet old age
No animation sprung in dishonesty
Come, stay by the hearth
Linger, don't let your own hellion be
Perched up is the sore in your eye
Leave the shackles to char in this place
A hidden winding temple
Wistful velvet eyeshot
Caved in collar, coma airing
Zephyr lunging to get home
To get home
To leave flown
Winged dome
Mind is stoned
Eyes cloned
Forced alone
Stuck with your bones
No shroud is solely for you
The steam veils are translucent enough to see
The ripples that would come crashing down
Unbound subjugation of the mind
Come, come, stay by the hearth
Linger, linger, don't let your own hellion be
To get home, and to leave flown
Winged dome, and a mind stoned
Eyes cloned, forced to be alone
Elude your iridial bore
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Messier 16 Oslo, Norway
The Oslo based group Messier 16 was founded in 2017 by Jonas. The band now consists of the following quintet: Jonas Ulrik Eide on guitars, Sondre M. Svalastog on vocals, Laszlo Juhos on drums, Aleksander Ilievski on guitars and Nicoló Cavallaro on bass. ... more
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