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shoulders, too heavy. head, too euthanized. heart, too pathetic. feelings, too extreme. bring back the days of old, the days of innocence, the months of bliss. the gate is now closed, nothing can escape reality and its monstrous truth : we are worth nothing. shoulders, broken. head, broken. heart, broken. feelings, broken.
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it was just for fun
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the black crow lays, on a bed of crowns. will it raise hell or die like a king? will it inspire the greater for better bounds? broken wings, broken beak and broken eyes. no comfort in this world of insane bipedes : it just existed but they hate its natural stance so they tortured it for sport and pleasure until they made it king of the night, for fun but it was never to be tempered with, the law of natural orders will strike. what about me in all this? i stand with the hardest of headaches and nothing can stop it, not even you, and this nausea lingers on and on. so many years spent as this black crow pretending to be someone i am not, pretending to be everything they'd want. i've been broken and i didn't even notice it. the black crow lays on a bed of thorns, the blood still flowing from its beak chocking its own life away, slowly and they are watching, laughing. i wonder : would they still laugh if it would be their sons and daughters at my stance.the black crow vanished from its bed and elevated itself as a guardian spirit and it will make sure these torturers get the nausea they deserve for inflicting mindless pain.
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won't you feel with me
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conjuring traces of white to simply forget everything. delirium of the masses, false envies, false suicide. get on your machine, use your arms and knowledge, imagine the greatest innovations your head could do but when the demons call, the answer is prompt and fiery, getting lost in limbos is better than facing them. you will never be able to reach my low pedestal for i am the one who takes and feel what you won't. won't you feel with me? won't you?i've felt everything you denied, every bit of shame, every single fucking pain you'd numb, i've taken all your pain deep inside my heart and you're wondering why you feel so empty. i am the embodiement of your pain, your fears, your love. i am your art that you never want to experience. i am the fear of death scaring you at night. i am worse than all the drugs you've ingested in your life. i am worse than all the liters of shit you've drunk in your life. won't you feel with me? won't you?won't you feel with me, so you can finally be whole with yourself
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