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Part Of The Path
03:56
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loud and ferocious noise streaming in my ears
anckle deep in the dirt
who feels like dancing with me?
"the car we're driving got no suspension"
i hope you're not afraid
not afraid of abandoned roads
the route we're taking is not on the map
i hope you're not afraid of getting lost
noone has ever got lost for no reason
it's something i don't believe in
it's all a part of the path
we're going uphill
we're walking on slippery stones
i'm frozen to the bone
it's all a part of the path
i know uncertainty can be scary,
still predetermination feels much worse for me
don't want my trajectory to be easy to calculate
even if the final is known
don't want it to be obvious
noone has ever got lost for no reason
it's something i don't believe in
it's all a part of the path
we're going uphill
we're walking on slippery stones
i'm frozen to the bone
it's all a part of the path
we're going uphill
walking on slippery stones
we carry what's left of our freedom
we carry what's left of ourselves
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2. |
Awake
04:17
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one night i got a nightmare and i never woke up
i've had bad dreams before but that one won't stop
it faded out but never dissapeared
its shade's on every damn thing around me
it left a mark
an ugly mark on me
it laid its shadow
a shadow on my world
i'm looking through the blurry lense
i'm hearing through the concrete wall
it's all endless wandering in the fog
i want someone
to guide me out
into clarity
i want someone
to guide me out
to remind me
what it's like being awake
i can't clean the ashes of nightmare from my eyes
It's seeking into what appears like real life
it's making everything so hollow and dull
what was thrilling before doesn't cut it anymore
it got me holding onto
what was left of my weakening mind
it got me wondering why i was still alive
the body heals itself
just a scar left to remind
but deep inside there's a cut that won't stop bleeding
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3. |
Dirty River
01:54
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this place's so strange
the who inhabit it
the fishes living in viscid broth
endless fatigue
it's all slow motion
blunted eyes blurry thoughts
dirty is the river but you will swallow some water
if you spend enough time swimming
you become a part of what is inside the boiling pot
if you spend enough time in it
it gets in your lungs
it seeps under your skin
sometimes i see
the ones who stand out
clarity and sorrow in their eyes
the slow defeat
the stopping heartbeat
watching their fire as it dies
they are the sparks that never set afire
the huge pile of wet rotten wood
the pinch of spice that never makes a huge vat
of savorless broth to taste any good
no
unable to help
no
will never belong
no
better not waste any time here -
all it does is making you just as
boring tired inert as the rest
dirty is the river but you will swallow some water
if you spend enough time swimming
you become the part of what is inside the boiling pot
if you spend enough time in it
dirty is the river but you will swallow some water
if you spend enough time swimming
it seeps under your skin
it gets in your lungs
you become a part of it
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4. |
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02:44
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5. |
To Evolve
08:16
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another sunrise has come
to give us a new place to go
i can clearly see the horizont
we're racing beyond
the word we are
bringing with ourselves
i hope you hear
we've come to tell
the old fortress is falling
it's time to get out
the sound we are
bringing with ourselves
i hope you feel
what it has to tell
the mighty order of the old law
is no longer around
try to feel it inside
hear it inside of you
thunder and quake of
the old world collapse
even the stars collide
even the oceans dry
the most solid rock
erodes into dust
the world run by the few
corrupted rotten and weak
won't let the skyes remain blue
won't let the fields remain green
the world run by the few
corrupted rotten and weak
drowning in its own sewer
how long you think it will last
the old stronghold will fall
it's gone by that night
can you hear the dogs howl
can you hear the priests cry
the old king's very sick
we better let him die
can you hear the dogs howl
can you hear the priests cry
what stops flowing rots
what stops moving dies
without any blood
the flesh starts to rot
the most solid rock
erodes into dust
what did not evolve
is no longer seen under the sun
i can clearly see the horizont
we're racing beyond
the word we are
bringing with ourselves
i hope you hear
we've come to tell
the old king's very sick
we better let him die
let the old stronghold fall
fall down in your soul
let the fire mirror in your eyes
the fire of burning ruins
the ruins of past times
old wintry world is gone
by the end of that night
can you hear the dogs howl
can you hear the priests cry
can you hear the old world's faithful priests cry
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Niedra Oslo, Norway
Niedra is a threepiece from Norway and Russia that makes music in a landscape where diy avantgarde meets heavy punk and surrealism shakes hands with dadaism. Loud in a way that speaks to the skeleton and heavy like the weight of time.
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