1. |
Akvo Pulmo
05:38
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Ever since I can remember,
I was haunted by the voices inside
telling me that I
was born a letdown, raised as a fuckup, an ever growing disgrace,
shaping my perception, burning all illusions of relief.
Just pass me the sickness, my cross to bear
I won't neglect it, I'll hold it up high
for the world to see and despise
while i keep drowning
in my despair.
My feelings keep flashing their teeth, but they hide their knives.
Still they keep stabbing me right in the back
day after day.
Drag my pale and withered body
Drag it to the waterfront (in my head)
Let me sink.
Fill my holey lungs with guilt like water
let me drown ashore.
Release me from this suffering
Make it end.
I tremble, I shatter,
I'm longing for this one day to come to
finally shut the noise (in my head)
Drag my pale and withered body
Drag it to the waterfront (in my head)
Release me from this suffering
Make it end.
Just let me float.
just let me sink.
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2. |
Murmuro
02:56
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Scourged by a ragging whisp,
choking my desire.
Leave me here,
turning aimless,
rendered worthless.
Forced posture,
everlasting,
neverending.
And nothing
will ever feel as good
as not feeling at all.
As I continue my ravage through the sough
restlessly silencing all the voices urging me on
I keep pushing to the surge
and in the end, you can find me lost at sea.
The voices fade. your faces fade.
Our sunken bodies rot away.
And in the end - we're all lost at sea.
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