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Vices & Vessels
03:57
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I've tried not to compare myself
This is a step I've done in my emancipation from
Conditions and values which shaped my youth
I've been buried by the bricks of my own foundations
Here lies a light for you and I
If we consent to live without any consideration
If only we could push ourselves out from our primary shapes
From now, we're so afraid to comprehend the difference
Our vices are vessels of what we try to hide
The insight of our inner weaknesses
Our vices are vessels of what we try to hide
The insight of our inner weaknesses
So feel free to emancipate from all the pieces of hope we try to keep
In which we don't believe anymore
We are the vessels of our dreams, like pulsations in our skin
If only wisdom was a simple word, connected by the rhythm
We cannot bring back our innocence, but sometimes ignorance will build castles in the sand
As a remembrance of joy
We can't bring back our innocence, but sometimes ignorance will build castles in the sand
As a souvenir of joy, we are the vessels of our dreams
Like pulsations in our skin
Like pulsations in our skin
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Corrosive Elements
03:42
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There is
There is a need to comprehend
There is
There is a need
There is a need to self destruct
Dismantle, brick by brick our foundations
I live with the shadow of yours
I wish I could reconnect myself to you
There is
There is a need to comprehend
There is a love
There is a love
Dismantle, brick by brick our foundations
I live with the shadow of yours
But I wish I could reconnect myself to you
There is
There is a need to comprehend
There is
There is a need
There is a need to self destruct
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Carved Cavities
04:09
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This house is a window on my family’s decay
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
A mere reflection of our desecravity
I still remember the days I've spent in my sister's faded ruins
The traces of her passage are binded by these wall
The self-inflicted poison running through her veins
She carved a personal prison where she locked herself
She sells and resells every little piece of her materiality
Rotten by the flames of distress
I couldn't measure the magnitude
Of her mental injury
Too young to take responsibility for my mother's defeat
My father put a veil before his eyes and ran away
Leaving my mother to take charge of our dissociation
We've been living in our rat caves
And when she was seeking for an ear
She found herself standing before the closed window
The echoes
The echoes of her call collides
It collides against our indifference
Our indifference
This house is a window on my family’s decay
A crumbling epitaph erected by myself
In the memory of what lies inside the empty rooms
A mere reflection of our desecravity
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Relics
03:01
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My mother gave me birth in december ninety four
An unplanned pregnancy for a woman lost in doubt
Emerging from her wombs as an unexpected love
I was nearly human: a life they could discard
Mother, father
Would your lives be the same without my existence
Am I a disposable son or the latest relic of a buried love
Was I a blessing or a curse for a couple in disguise
But now I must remove myself from
My parents’s creation
Bludgeoning these pages with dolorous words
Could not resolve or replace the past
But it's okay, I'll take away the grief
Mother, father
Would your lives be the same without my existence
Am I a disposable son or the latest relic of a buried love
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5. |
At Eternity's Gate
01:10
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Mental Coffin
03:23
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I see myself before the coffin
Revealing my own destruction within.
I thought I would find peace
Into the void
In the absence of any feelings
I found me dead, rotting in my angst
Bathing in my hubris,
Is that what I want for me
My head is a dangerous place where I want to feel numb
My envisions consume me
Enfolds me in my own dimension
If only I could take the time to look
To see what's around my own design
My own design (my own design)
Is wasting my life (wasting my life)
My own design (my own design)
Ruining my sight (ruining my sight)
Before the coffin, beneath the flow
My mental health will take no more consideration
Incinerate the negative inside my head
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Ailments & Antidotes
03:35
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Do you know what it's like to be on the other side
There's a thin line between us and all the odd things we carry inside
From the hall of desire, we can't decide
Despite needs, the void is what's inside
You despise your love for the life we have shared
You’re thinking too much to care about what we're living
And what our feelings would really mean
(really mean)
(would really mean)
(would really mean)
Do you know what it's like to be on the other side
There's a thin line between us and all the odd things we carry inside
From the hall of desire, we can't decide
Despite needs, this void is what's inside
My body is a shell and you will see
The ocean drippin' down the hole
This is the mark of your absence
There is no antidote to soothe my ailments
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8. |
Celestial Haze
04:02
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Time consumes me until I expel my flesh
And if my bones remain, who will bless my name
I feel the dagger swimming beneath my skin
Each of my choices implies a part of me I cannot reclaim
I cannot recover
Just see
We are somewhere in between
Stunned by the “tic – tic”of our own abstraction
So I replace myself and salt the wounds, facing my reality
I worth the value I carry
I am possessed by my possessions
And time consumes me until I expel my flesh
And if my bones remain, who will bless my name
Blessing my name
Dear « C »
I know you've tried endlessly to fix your lack of fantasy
Tried every kind of medicine to ease your spirituality
I know it's hard to dialogue without the voice inside your head
How long does it take to feel safe
To feel safe
I feel it
I feel it inside
The dagger
The dagger of self-doubt
I feel it
I feel it inside
Corrupting my celestial haze
Corrupting
My celestial haze
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Mothers & Sons
03:13
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She took refuge in a cardboard box but it will never shape a home
Just a hole in her chest
My mother wants to let it go, but she's like me
She fears of being left alone
And then two children bloomed in her crib
She suddenly regains the innocence she lacked to fill her cracks
She lives again through the heart of another
She tries to fit but she cannot find a place
But she's like me
Oh, she's like me
Mom, are you as scared as I am
Or is it just another phase
Will you decide to let it go
But your abnegation will never release the agony
Through the obsolescence of your will
We've lost the link
I am so sorry for being silent
I am afraid to let it blow
Because it could be my last, before the crash
Too bad I love you
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10. |
Heal
04:50
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Heal me
Ease me
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11. |
Lost in Translation
04:05
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« Mom » poured from the mouth of the child
She told her « If your love is mine, my love is yours »
She feels alive
When they're alone
At home
But now
It's gone
She counts
The wounds
Of a love she left behind
« Mom » falling from the lips of the children,
She said to them « Mommy's busy, go play outside »
She feels ashamed by all this mess
She won't forget the words you said
The way you used to love me first
More than yourself, I won't forget
I won’t forget
I won’t forget
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Crossed Hands Paris, France
Crossed Hands
Melodic Hardcore
band from Paris, France, since 2015.
Clément Simiand
Jeremy Lhomme
Chad Menu
Pierre Cantin
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