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A New Kind of Start
04:30
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Alone I came as it was asked,
adorned only in finest rags.
I plea today for all that’s left,
that after us it blossoms fresh.
For flesh that’s thread with moral fiber,
for those to follow to grow wiser. 2x
This chaos to end
but a new kind to start,
to take what exists
and tear it apart.
To take those who see
and bereave them of sight,
and for others to follow them into the night.
The vessels to be filled with rocks
all the way to the top.
I beg for swells and early graves,
for waves to break this wretched place
and drown the world in their embrace. (2x)
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2. |
Sourcecode
04:59
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A turbulence of disfigured ideals
contradicts the rules of our conscious.
Panic and chaos distract from the fight,
guided towards the incorrect path.
In plain view for all to see,
and not obscured by regulation.
Living in cycles,
lost in the presence of days gone by.
Hopeless swinging of strings
brought to us from a hidden source,
subconsciously following foul demands
which constantly narrow our desolated horizon.
At the first glimpse of the clouds,
your despair is seen.
The strong may not live forever,
but the timid don’t live at all.
In plain view for all to see,
rid of boundaries, integrity.
Living in cycles,
Headlessly lost in hopelessness.
Never kneel before yourself.
A turbulence of disfigured ideals
contradicts the rules of our conscious.
Panic and chaos distract from the fight,
guided towards the incorrect path.
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3. |
Empire
05:18
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It rose from the dust
and enslaved those who trusted
their meaningless rhetoric;
an inferno spread throughout and
couldn’t be controlled.
Erected statues shaped like martyrs
stand as warning to the outcast.
An unpleasantness of ravens perched atop.
Manuscripts burned and new lines jotted down.
(lies or just merely a redefined point of view)
Experiencing the same, yet remembering differently.
This is the marathon that every generation runs.
The empire wills the peasant
to move forward when there is more to gain;
It is a shame that the facts will be falsified
in future references of a time
when satisfaction was maybe not such a popular mood.
It is all about the point of view and redefining
what once some held as true into distorted lies. (2x)
On the closing arc
silence will echo the ruins,
and one day something similar
shall all be written once again.
This is the marathon that every generation runs.
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4. |
Amber
02:58
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I was found lying on the grass
as the amber leaves
provided me a mattress;
the moonlight as my torch and you,
your body, as my blanket.
Although I always craved
that one day I will find
the piece that matches,
it eluded me so skillfully, as though I’ve closed all of the hatches.
All those times,
vivid and bright,
lay imprinted in my mind.
Still I pulled at all the levers,
pressed the buttons ‘till they broke,
I couldn’t stop forward motion,
not with either might or hope.
The waves engulfed my being,
remnants sinking further down.
And as we felt it all start slipping,
we stood back and let it drown. (ponoviš vse 2x)
I was found lying on the grass
as the amber leaves
provided me a mattress;
the moonlight as my torch and you,
your body, as my blanket. (2x)
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5. |
Black & White
06:25
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I compelled the moon to shine
a different light tonight;
a mixture of black and white,
of darkness and light,
in hope to expel all the shadows possessing my mind.
Black and white.
Start with the proceedings,
begin the ceremony,
I can’t hardly keep on waiting,
the exposure is not quite blatant enough.
I lose myself,
yet find my thoughts again.
The saturated sky
guides me back home,
where I know the cold sheets
offer no answers.
Black and white.
Edited and refined
it is omnipresent,
albeit observed
through a plate of glass.
All of my surroundings
mock my situation,
and this feels like I am my own captive.
I’ve lost myself, yet found my thoughts again. (2x)
I compelled the moon to shine
a different light tonight;
a mixture of black and white,
of darkness and light.
Black and white.
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6. |
The Drinkologue
04:09
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Order me a drink and talk your shit,
mask your dishonesty you fucking hypocrite.
Lie to my face! Lie through your teeth!
How we both turn into actors just to coexist.
The drink is taking hold,
I need just one more, I insist.
Pretending stops now,
the masks come off.
Pretending stops now,
the masks come off.
I’m applying the finishing touches
to the layers that have gathered.
At the end a man’s worth is in the courage of his convictions.
I admit this is late, but it’s better than never,
appreciate the fact this makes things seem to fare better.
And you, you’re so petty, so unaffected,
but somehow exactly what I expected.
A shattered alliance is something I’d wished for,
and finally it feels so pleasant cutting dead weight.
At the end a man’s worth is in the courage of his convictions.
I admit this is late, but it’s better than never,
appreciate the fact this makes things seem to fare better.
And you, you’re so petty, so unaffected,
but somehow exactly what I expected.
The drink is taking hold,
I need just one more, I insist,
Even though I’m already sufficiently pissed.
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7. |
Never-ending
03:44
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Needles pressing from within, persistently.
Awoken in an unknown place, bereaved of clarity.
Needles pressing from within, endlessly.
I rub the nape of my own neck.
My tight lipped smile hides clenching teeth,
behind my back I’m balling fists.
I swing, I miss,
my intentions dismissed.
Misery mostly brings the best out of me.
Cliché though may it be, I still carry all this within.
I’m hopeless for I know the cures
for these scratches,
but those made deep down are the ones I can not reach.
Needles pressing from within, persistently.
Awoken in an unknown place, bereaved of clarity.
Needles pressing from within, endlessly.
I rub the nape of my own neck.
Needles pressing, so persistent, never-ending. (2x)
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8. |
God-given
05:34
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For centuries
this land has belonged to them,
as God gave it to them,
his people.
This is the right that justifies
the actions that will inevitably
burn this city (2x)
to the ground,
along with all
the people born and raised
into praising
a culturally predetermined deity.
In the name of their savior
hellfire will fall
from the skies
onto homes of the pious.
If their God is true,
than he shall keep them safe
or offer some form of afterlife.
If only their God is true.
This is prolonged exposure,
people claiming rights
to something that existed
long before tears forced out in terror
hit the dirt we all share
and stand on;
for the life of me
I will never understand
how so many in this world
cannot see past the smoke screen.
We slay our brothers in a vicious cycle of ignorance. 2x
So have your land,
I care not who governs over me
as long as I am afforded the right
to live my life the way I see fit,
yet sadly that will never be the case.
We slay our brothers in a vicious cycle of ignorance.
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9. |
Blinded
05:37
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I can’t see where it leads to.
My eyes have grown tired in the lightless conditions
that have all but diminished my field of view.
The pathways that seem open long enough
to escape through appear vague in existence. (2x)
Always sporadic, relentlessly changing location.
Some I have followed for years on end
but have only found similar imagery.
Always sporadic, relentlessly changing location.
Perhaps I'm frigtened. Am I afraid?
Frightened to stay on the path a bit longer,
until my vision is no longer blurred.
Perhaps all my options are put in front
to confuse and induce a false sense of hope.
Oh if I could only see clearly.
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Human Magnet Ljubljana, Slovenia
Based out of Celje/Ljubljana, Slovenia, Human Magnet - a progressive-metal band that shares its life philosophy through
music and creativity.
We are proud to present our first full album named ‘A New Kind of Start’. Since the most sincere words are almost always spoken through music, we therefore embark you on a journey rich with spiritualism, love and critical thinking.
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