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00:42
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Grant them blissful abortion
Justified mindless contortion
Grant them blissful abortion
"The choice is yours"
They swallow it raw
Pillars of four
Swallowing the law
Procreation - An ethical right
New life - an absence of might
Unsupervised growth
They'll eternally loathe
Society pushes forward lies as it seem
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paper tiger
03:12
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Fall in line; fall in line
It’s time to end time
The hourglass is running out
The sands of time end all doubt
Hunt the hunters
Gather the gatherers
It’s crystal clear
Time sheds no tear
Slitting the throat of the universe
The Creator can imagine nothing worse
Eat the affluent
Curb your temperament
It’s crystal clear
Time sheds no tear
Kill the creator
Eternal endeavor
Will you stand the test?
Before you fall in line
Everyone sing: “It’s time to end time”
It’s the end of mankind
It’s the end of all
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cult
03:58
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Celestial body
An infinite trail
What it has taught me
We’re doomed to fail
An imaginary master
We’ll follow his road to disaster
We gather around the tail end
Set sail towards the end my friend
But we will never
Stay forever in limbo
All will turn to black
Existence will be no more
The exchange will be fulfilled
A run of the mill happening
Our leader was a false prophet
But we were divinely blessed
False prophet!
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former self
04:49
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Is there anything left to say?
Disheartening vicious dismay
Drifting further apart
Do we share the same heart?
The inception was of fool's gold
Lo and behold
My heart was already sold
Now a skeletal shell of my former self
A hollowed soul of heart and hate
I beg to be taken back
Into the warm embrace of the sun
My goddess become undone
Is there anything left to say?
Unsettling thriving decay
Drifting further apart
Are we ready; depart
The declaration was uncontrolled
Lo and behold
A clash of discrepancies
We yearn for our indifferent moralities
Parched and peculiar
We drink each other’s affection
Now a skeletal shell of my former self
A hollowed soul of heart and hate
I beg to be taken back
Into the warm embrace of the sun
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coda
04:03
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Two children of the night
Came to me with grave intentions
A semantic deliverance
A cryptic message of death
Two children of the night
Will set all things right
They said: “this is the end of man”
“This is the end of pain”
They said: “this is the final tale, the end of man
“This is the end”
Confused; I looked outside
Greying of the skies
A sign of the end times
Waves of death emerge
A sign of the end times
The waves of doom and death approach
The end approaches
The end is near
This is a revolutionary suicide
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ebb//flow
03:57
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Ridiculing the righteous
Riding the wave
They squander the plunder
And they waste the wild in me
Justification comes tenfold
Justified, those who behold
They abandon the branded
With a lack of connection
And false dichotomies
They ebb and flow
Will they ever know?
An ever-growing infection
With no sign of connection
Speaking false dichotomies
They were never meant to be
Blurting out intricacies
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cold sweat
04:29
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They're all oblivious
They're all so devious
They walk about
The numb living dead
Unaware of what’s ahead
The numb living dead
The sickness will spread
They dread the reanimation
They flee the living contagion
They all shall perish
Thirsty and dying
Ignorance is bliss
Grant them a deathwish
Ignorance is bliss
Cry me a river
They’re all devious
They will all die young
So devious
A cancer is spreading
Unaware of where they're heading
Let's get back on track
Suicide is the new black
Grant them a deathwish
Ignorance is bliss
They're all oblivious
They will all die young
They're dying
They’re all oblivious
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coma
04:00
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(We are not committing suicide; it’s a revolutionary act. I’d like to choose my own kind of death for a change.
If we can’t live in peace then let us die in peace.
We didn’t commit suicide, we committed an act of revolutionary suicide, protesting the conditions of an inhumane world.
I’d like to choose my own kind of death for a change.)
Where were they all this time?
I welcome their arrival
Where were they?
Where they in the nether?
I welcome their arrival
Can you believe the end is near?
Can you believe the end is here?
Can you believe the end is near?
Can you believe it’s the end of fear?
Paradise is not our fate
Paradise does not await
Dissolve into oblivion
Expect not Elysium
They will eradicate you one by one
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power schism
04:08
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What ever could it be?
The world is drenched in hyperbole
Headlines heard through grapevines
Headlines a sign of the times
Sensationalism is the new power schism
Create, post and become the ghost
And reap what you have sown
Create, post and become the ghost
Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dreams
The seeds of confusion
Makes the masses run amok
Gatherings in the streets in the thousands
But it’s all just your imagination
Now your punishment is nigh
The battle of a thousand is a tie
Chaos rule supreme
In your wildest dreams
You reap what you have sown
Reap what you have sown
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Technically enhanced, yet melodic guitars; fast-driven, yet groovy drums and an extraordinary wide vocal range from diverse angry growls to striking clean vocals are the band’s signature. With the aim to provide the listener an experience that is as catchy and varied as it is hard-hitting, Ghost Iris manages to explore diverse moods and atmospheres. ... more
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