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Inertia
08:57
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Time passes and we pass through time.
Time passes and we pass through time.
As creatures we're made of events more than we're flesh and blood
we’re breathing time, we feed on it, perhaps we're ourselves time
slave to ourselves.
We’re doomed to live in a false dimension that does not allow us to understand this.
It’s useless to look for something outside if there’s nothing inside.
Empty, emptiness is form, form is emptiness.
Full of nothingness, deluded of traveling, while motionless and still.
This journey defies all laws.
Time passes and we pass through time
the only event beyond the the impending inertia.
To be everything and part of everything.
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Zero
04:40
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There is a point where everything starts:
explosion,
a blinding glare so strong that it ceases to exist,
a deep confusion, a circle with no beginning or end.
Zero is here, in the end you will see the traced path,
from the light you will discover that everything is connected
that you are only at the beginning.
From the zero of seas, to the infinity of mountains
you will stretch yourself, becoming time, slave to yourself
you will ram these walls with the force of free will.
You love the father, you love the Zero, father of love,
father of infinity.
We are orphans who roam within themselves
Love infinity, love thy zero, love thy God.
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Hypersleep
06:30
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Flashes of colored lights behind my eyelids,
pulses of a world, that isn’t ours
we suffer its strength
we absorb its character
we are all slaves.
We will become slaves when we’ll finally open our eyes.
We travel, motionless, through the hypersleep,
predestined, confined, slaves of ourselves, poised between universes
built by false gods, our fathers, who fed us (with) shame and misery.
Arrived, this is our home, custom built for us
the walls shake, rub on the skin, open eyes, yet, but we don’t see beyond
that dark cloud; lights no longer flash.
I reach the summit, it’s cold and obvious.
I reach the bottom, sink into it.
And I reach over the edge, I...
I hope never to return here.
Tear away your eyes, tear open skin, tear off the ground,
so that… this will never happen again.
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Memory
00:53
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Repetita
04:05
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Repeat it
inhale exhale
keep breathing
repeat until you forget the way
faster and faster
less and less deep
repeat it until you forget the way
beat after beat.
As if hadn’t depended on you
as if I hadn’t had a heart
and now remains blind
in a valley of mirrors
lost between you and yourself
Now scream
scream until it hurts
bleed to be free.
Free the nightmare
set the nightmare free.
Free what you do not want to relive
as if doesn’t depend on you.
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Disembody
05:36
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I scream, loud as I can, not a word comes out
a somewhat voluntary drowsiness, which I can’t explain
I'm writing words whose meaning I don't remember/can't recall
I’m walking among people, but I float in a void
our lives that fade away without leaving a trace
Filled with emptiness, I can’t get rid of it
weak, one step from falling asleep
ready to surrender to the waves of time,
aware of being a mote of dust embraced by night and day
I’m floating in a void full of an unmistakable void
emptiness is form, matter of destiny, separate from you.
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Blackbody
06:18
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I look for names of things
that are nothing and and thus become my everything
Constant awareness
written and rewritten, word by word
I denied it, hidden behind confused metaphors,
drowned in my sadness
as if my pain could make it disappear.
Instead I did nothing but nourish it and give it shape
even though it does not have one.
I accepted its existence
by breathing it in and trying to understand it
I am a stupid man amidst light and stars;
my conscience is shattered and disappears,
drowning knowledge.
I look for my name in nothingness and thus way I become all my nothingness
Constant awareness:
we do not exist, we are nothing.
We come alive as stories only if we tell ourselves to each other
Drowned in my sadness as if my pain could make it disappear
in trying to understand I give in to this game
scream after scream my obsession feeds on me and becomes me
If we are time we are inertia and in embracing it
we’re something if we flow incessantly.
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Endless
06:03
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We come alive as stories only if we tell ourselves to each other
as creatures we're made of events more than we're flesh and blood
drowned in our sadness as if our pain could make her disappear
Tear away the eyes, Tear open skin, so this will never happen again.
I scream, loud as I can, not a word comes out
a somewhat voluntary drowsiness, which I can not explain.
Inhale exhale, keep breathing, repeat until you forget the way
And after all, don’t be afraid, Free the nightmares
free what we do not want to relive
Zero is here, in the end you will see the traced path,
from the light you will discover that everything is connected
We’re are searching for something
who it’s gone with the tide
A sort of eulogy for tides and times
Our life is like a tangle of thousand circles
in which nothingness is all
inertia moves us, we are inertia
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Eulogy
09:19
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I tried
and I tried countless times
to understand
to make sense of what surrounds me
decypher the signals, listen to the howl within
to be what I want, to set new goals…
now stop
stop telling me stories
learn to love, learn to smile
to write what i feel, to tell my story
stories that push us forward
that tear us from time
we forget the language
we find ourselves shouting words, whose meaning we have forgotten
dragged by the tide of events we touch a cold and empty horizon
the event horizon
Do you perceive it?
The force of emptiness is the force of occurrence.
We’ve become nothing more than the sound of our words
a sound of hopes and dreams rippling through our lives
the real us transpires in our acts
we end up losing our identity
drowned by the noise
stop wasting all my words
learn to love, learn to smile
to write what I feel, to tell my story
and the word life loses its meaning
it's very meaning
While we’re are searching for someone
who’s gone with the tide
A sort of eulogy for tides and times
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La Fin Milan, Italy
La Fin is a metal band based in Italy. Their sound is a massive mix of various extreme metal influences with many layers thanks to three distinct guitars, weaved with heavy bass lines upon ruthless and introspective atmospheric parts combined together. The wide dynamic range relies on the explorations of a fearless rhythmic section and on the distinctive, primal yet bitterish role of vocals. ... more
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