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No Land In Sight
04:28
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Every country it's founded on crime and genocide, and I am tired of it
No one is ilegal on stolen land
Every border is stablished in privileges, living the dream giving it all the for granted,
Greedy coward criminals disguised in pride, and I am tired of them
You are not special at all Yet you still believe in Weak sex, weak race, weak class
Poverty is the worst kind of violence And I am fed up with it
Strong sex, Master race, Strong class
The more they get the more they want
No one cares for the neighbour
Dance the weekend ,killing the weak the other five days
You are not special at all yet you still believe in weak sex, weak race, weak class
You are not special at all
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Of all the wrongs I’ve done in my life
I was told the worst was to be born
And I’ve believed them, turning my self an adept of that dogma
Yet the impostor would’nt be fed and raised by himself
Don’t wear the make up
Nevermind learning a new voice
and don’t howl with the wolves at the moon
Then I’ve drank only the bitterest cup
Closed my senses to every choice
Only shadows would embrace my skin
Frozen kisses from the frozen deep
Don’t wear the make up
Nevermind learning a new voice
and don’t howl with the wolves at the moon
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Blend The Mist
04:03
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You may see my face, but you'll never never see my eyes again
There can't be so much smoke without a fire, all these gaslighting riddles I hate them well they boring, soon I've learned you are nothing but a sphix without a secret
Chorus
You may see my face, but you'll never never see my eyes again
Take them, bind them, round and round, stop them gag them free from sound, and purge the evil from their mouth
You love traitors and treason cause you're fake
Chorus
You may see my face, but you'll never never see my eyes again
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Tides
03:28
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How far, the sea? The waves bring her song, Back to me.
Cross, the broken bridge.
Only to find, We have nothing left to give.
We're broken at the seams It has been and will be,for centuries Guess you better believe, better believe In you.
As we gather blind, In the rising Tides.
How will we survive? Lost, on a broken bridge.
Only to find,
We are living someone else s' life
Ignore what you despise
You are in charge of your life to do what you will with it
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Doldrums
05:10
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Your God is not love
Fatherland must fall
Yeah I will spit on every flag
As far as I remember he was a carpenter not a mercenary
Are you happy now?
Can you see into the dead children eyes?
All dead, all pale
Turn your wall into a bridge
country is just
another word for prison
Your God is not love
Fatherland must fall
Yeah I will spit on every flag
Light the bonfire and burn me slowly
Every place I ever loved it’s gone now
All is gone, everyone I ever loved it’s gone
Your God is not love
Fatherland must fall
Yeah I will spit on every flag
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Silent Wave
05:04
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A Silent Wave of absolute indifference
Apathy and lack of memory
A Golden legacy
A Speechless History
Is not the heart that leads to emnity, it is the tongue
Time flows by so heavy, we can't return
Evil and foolishness have the same results,
Don't come begging for mercy
You and I, We Both know what's behind your mask
Is not the heart that leads to emnity, it is the tongue
Time flows by so heavy, we can't return
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At Sea
04:45
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As night hath stars, more rare than ships In ocean, faint from pole to pole, So all the wonder of her lips Hints her innavigable soul.
Man is so infinitely small In all these stars, determinate.
Such lights she gives as guide my bark; But I am swallowed in the swell sagely dark,
That holds my heaven and holds my hell.
Man is so infinitely small In all these stars, determinate.
In her I live, a mote minute Dancing a moment in the sun: In her I die, a s Of nightshade in oblivion.
Man is so infinitely small In all these stars, determinate.
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The Absence
04:50
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I speak to you, over cities
I speak to you over planes
My mouth it's again your ear
Both faces off the wall come meeting
My voice discovering you
I speak to you of eternity
Oh Cities, memories of cities
Cities drapped with our desires, cities early and late
Cities strong and cities secret
Stripped of all their builders, their thinkers, their phatoms
Land scape ruled by emerald. bright, living, surviving
The harvest of the sky, feed my voice, I dream and weep, I dream and weep
Oh Cities, memories of cities
Cities drapped with our desires, cities early and late
Cities strong and cities secret
I laugh and dream, between the flames,
between the clusters of the sunlight
And over my body your body speads,
the clear image of your sacred mirror
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Walk On Water
05:09
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Im still wondering when you forgot it all?
I am sure no one ever before wrote your name on the sand
Ask me for the moon and I will deliver it in your precious hands
You taught me how to walk on water
Trust your feelings and never leave
And to smell that skin that I have yet to touch, and to kiss those lips that are mine and that I have only imagined, those I am dying to kiss every day.
You taught me how to walk on water
Trust your feelings and never leave
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Last Dusk San José, Costa Rica
Last Dusk is a Gothic Rock Band from San José, Costa Rica, started in 2010 by Carfax, first Costa Rican Goth band playing abroad
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