1. |
Of an origin unkown
03:55
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Of AN ORIGIN UNKNOWN
How did it appear
that one thing on my neck
coming from the dreams
of an origin unknown
thoughtforms
presentiments
and inexpressible
events
half black
half white
this dream
goes tight
The shining marbles
above my dizzy head
pours down the liquid
of an origin unknown
It waters down
filtrates through soil
becomes an undefined elixir
of an origin unknown
thoughtforms
presentiments
and inexpressible
events
half black
half white
this dream
goes tight
of an origin unknown
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2. |
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THE POTION & DRAGON'S URINE
This potion
was made
of unfinished works,
long shadows
and urine
of a dragon
when it drops
a distorted bell starts to chime
when wind squalls
all the gaps become space
when purple haze
becomes ruby-shining candies
you taste them
and forget the meaning
It flickers nervously
like a gigantic flashlight
when some strange entity
tries to take photos of you
when it drops
a distorted bell starts to chime
when wind squalls
all the gaps become space
when purple haze
becomes ruby-shining candies
you taste them
and forget the meaning
falling apart
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3. |
A cup of emptiness
03:58
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A CUP OF EMPTINESS
Nil-cup sips, bland taste spin
Tongues of yearn, pull deep within
Urges start, no turning back
Longing grows, thirst to attack.
Flower bleak, blooms in the night
Fervor's fire, burning bright
Blanket's soft, hold tight and strong
Crucifix, a story untold.
Fingers bite, flame flickers low
Ennui's breeze, hope's slow blow
Whistle hollow, boredom's toll
Tender wrap, heart's sweet goal.
Words so void, nothing within
Poison's voice, where to begin
Letters cruel, cold grip of bone
Grammar's mess, a mind so prone.
Clear in thought, devotion shines
Path aligns, emotions divine
Chaos's trace, a light aglow
Dedication, nature's show.
Throbbing want, red heat of fire
Ready to burst, world's attire
Erupt in white, face to the skies
Hollow's full, a desire that flies.
Fingers bite, flame flickers low
Ennui's breeze, hope's slow blow
Whistle hollow, boredom's toll
Tender wrap, heart's sweet goal.
Words so void, nothing within
Poison's voice, where to begin
Letters cruel, cold grip of bone
Grammar's mess, a mind so prone.
Drink the void, no end in sight
Nothingness, cup's delight
Hollow filled, rare pleasure's muse
Impossible, bottom to choose.
Bottom be, a chase ne'er done
Emptiness, one's work begun
With what? Query still unspent
Destiny, void's content.
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4. |
The shitcake
03:46
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THE SHITCAKE
This shit is shining like a cake,
Don't come near,
Unless you want to fake the stuff
Then eat it down.
It seems the taste of being praised
Looks so good
So much that even stink of lies
Seems to have gone away.
So fake, so nice,
A roleplay by the crowd's advice,
So fine, so cute,
So afraid of being named brute.
These paths just spread simply
In front of you,
You choose the best one
For an echo from within.
The one with obstacles
Is not so prone for
For ego to fulfill its needs
Or fake yourself again.
So phony, so nice,
A roleplay by the crowd's advice,
So trimmed, so cute,
So afraid of being named brute.
Go and shine
Build your shrine,
This English may be broken
But words must be spoken
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5. |
Šypsenos kariai
04:58
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ŠYPSENOS KARIAI
Akmenys sparnuoti
tik nepasiduoti
Beržas tai Berkana
šerdyje gyvena
Tai šypsenos kariai
kosmoso vaizdai
blizgantys dygliai
smeigiantys kiaurai
Duoną suraikyti
pelenus barstyti
varį kalinėti
po medžiu padėti
Tai šypsenos kariai
kosmoso vaizdai
blizgantys dygliai
smeigiantys kiaurai
keista žėručio šviesa
ir deimantinė rasa
nuaidi balsas toli
per žolę bėgam basi
žaltvykslės švilpia tyloj
kūnu jauti jog kad tuoj
šaknim į viršų žydės
ir ašaros vėl suanglės
Skrisk!
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