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Decay-accelerating factor.
Human kind. So lavish.
Wasted.
Cascades. Interrupted.
Pathways. Modified.
Misleading.
Negligent.
Control. Mind. Lives.
Apathetic. Virulent.
Instrument.
Edge.
One kiss. Opposition.
One love. Shine bright.
Oh passion.
Rise!
Swallow poison.
Blank out the cheat.
Control. Control.
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LZRDSNC
05:54
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It's so sad, we lost our grit.
Entwined thoughts, then void, then split.
Echoes reach a million ears.
Toxic rain interferes and cuts the bonding apart.
Pale shapes. Bent.
Condolence. Reject.
Downpour. Restrain.
Blurred memories.
Carved but forgotten.
Chains of time fade.
Stranded in iteration loops. Repeat, repeat.
Stuck in forlorn transition states. Close to death.
Metamorphosed love in various shapes. Still trapped.
...and love is enfolded by shame.
Enfolded by shame. Love encounters shame.
Numbed by excessive demand.
Caught in anxiety of more and more.
Hiding gives nothing what’s always missing.
Fluids spread...we lost our grit.
Spinning shades...belied in faith.
Blindfold walk...then void, then split.
Dissolved shapes bleed.
It's so sad, we lost our grit.
Entwined thoughts, then void, then split.
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Dystopian
01:24
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I see my own reflection.
I crave for something new.
Scratching the surface.
Curious to know what s beyond.
Außer Kontrolle. In kontrollierten Bahnen.
Einfach ungeprüft zugelassen.
Die Richtung akzeptiert.
Das schiere Ausmaß. Die bloße Wucht
Die blanke Höhe. Zu viel war noch zu wenig.
Unter den Füßen den Boden verloren.
Mit den Fingern in der Zwinge.
Unter den Füßen den Boden verloren.
Bis zum Hals den Kopf in der Schlinge.
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Void
01:17
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Power Outage Monologue
04:33
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Fail - no abstract sensation.
Fate - one sided dice.
Wait - for nothing at all.
Inhale- those distant lights.
Is this what you call instinct.
After effect – defects.
Collected ancient habits.
Serious consequence.
Dare - how dare you say so.
Aware - or not aware.
Care - this words should be so.
Stare - with other eyes.
Lights.
Distant lights.
So close to lies.
So close.
This – is not my.
Is this my enemy?
What? How dare you say so?
Call it my irony.
Non-negotiable.
No – it s not my fault.
What? how dare you say so?
Call it my irony.
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Fragmenting Tensions
03:01
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Do your homework.
but you don't have enough time.
See it's not actually that hard.
Just follow the painted line.
Overgrown access.
Bathed in dim light.
Incomprehensible language.
Knees got weak and I...
I’ve tried...tried to be a part.
It hurts...…from the point from where it starts.
It went wrong.
Broken patience.
No result.
Replacing fragments.
Acceptance is no satisfaction.
It’s (more like) conception.
That’s why it’s always hard to try.
I will run as fast as I can.
Beyond behind (the) way down to it.
Then tell me if it’s worth.
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Reminiscence
00:37
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Fragile Spiral
04:59
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I was falling back reverse
Stumbled over old stories
This brightness caused paid in my eyes
Shivering in my bones. Medic. Medic.
It is written down.
It is coming back.
Am I really safe in my dreams?
Am I still alive? Just leave it all behind.
Do I have to take this? Medic.
Wrapped in all my grief, crawling on the ground.
Paper cut and nails worn down. Opaque coma.
Lovers, lovers left alive. (Medication)
Salt dissolves and erodes my sham shelter.
Shame in tow. Who spits letters onto my back?
Backmyontolettersspitswhotowinshame.
Same miracles, infinite loop.
And it seems we will never find solace.
It’s so pointless. Strange attractors end in a dark room.
Broken mirrors. A cut in the ground.
Spoken thoughts and a shivering sound.
Are we still safe in our dreams?
Medication to cure old sores.
Black ink descends on white walls.
Als es schon unerträglich geworden war — einmal gegen Abend im November — und ich über den schmalen Teppich meines Zimmers wie in einer Rennbahn einherlief, durch den Anblick der beleuchteten Gasse erschreckt, wieder wendete, und in der Tiefe des Zimmers, im Grund des Spiegels doch wieder ein neues Ziel bekam, und aufschrie, um nur den Schrei zu hören, dem nichts antwortet und dem auch nichts die Kraft des Schreiens nimmt, der also aufsteigt, ohne Gegengewicht, und nicht aufhören kann, selbst wenn er verstummt, da öffnete sich aus der Wand heraus die Tür, so eilig, weil doch Eile nötig war und selbst die Wagenpferde unten auf dem Pflaster, wie wildgewordene Pferde in der Schlacht, die Gurgeln preisgegeben, sich erhoben.
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COLORED MOTH Berlin, Germany
30/03 berlin - roter salon
31/03 magdeburg
01/04 wolfsburg - hallenbad
02/04 leipzig -
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03/04 nürnberg - desi
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05/04 linz - kapu
06/04 wien - coco bar
07/04 orlova - klub futra
08/04 prag - underdogs
09/04 dresden - riesa efau
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