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Downfall
04:07
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Build me a city
Close to the seaside
Close to the wrecked life
I call my own
Make it a haven
Where the sins of the father,
The grief of the mothers
Can rest on the shores
Proceed,
Through the harbour of Downfall
Here we’re all exiles, trapped behind the wall
Drawn to the perfume of whispering sirens
Dazed by the temptation of their call
Weary of the long road behind you
You disappear in the warmth of lover’s thighs
While you proceed, through the mazes of Downfall
Just let the rain fall; Just let the rain fall
In Downfall
All the girls are pretty
By the scars on their chest
The dreams they confess
City
Close to the seaside
Close to the wrecked life
I call my own
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Something More
03:45
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He roams the streets
In search for structures
Between ordinary men
In ordinary lives
Lives by equations
As a pattern throughout history
Sees in every constellation
The birth of something new
In search for something more
There must be something out there
Wanders around the garden
Solemnly as trough a church
Thoughts permeate the
Frontiers of his mind
Now all around him, a glimpse of something more
As an odd insinuation there’s something slipping through the door
As if walking in the footsteps of a thousand previous lives
A thousand times tried to
Reach for something more
There must be something out there
So much more then this
There must be something, there must be something
there must be something more
He spins a web
Out of pain; out of joy
Reconnect once more
As the sum of all that’s been here before
Without end or goal
He spins a web
Out of pain; out of joy
Reconnect once more
Could he believe he had been here before
There must be something,
There must be something more
Did you fear
A slightly altered outcome
to change a mind
like wind rushing trough a web
A spider’s web
Where every move reflects
Your intentions, good or bad
With every string attached
There must be something more
There must be something out there
So much more then this
There must be something, there must be something
there must be something more
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Babel
03:52
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Like a moth through a flame
Or a poet in the rain
Like a sailor on land
In this last touch of your hands
And all the Gods above
What we did in the name of love
While it’s so easy to draw your gun
So easy to hit and run
Babel burns, the tables have turned
To give meaning to hope, she said
To feel we have lived, she said
Realize in this touch, five years isn’t much,
Because we still haven’t learned, she said
Life is a trap, she said
Because there’s is no turning back, she said
Feel blood rush through your veins
Make a temple of a name
And feel we have loved she said
Babel is burning, our world is about to end
When the clock stopped ticking
As if the drugs have kicked in
Every face has a story to tell
Everyone has been through hell
And all the lights gone dim
See the bodies sway from side to side
Come bathe in the darkest of nights
Dance with the shadows under pale moonlight
And become a page in a book
Of a book in a shelf
To feel you’re still there
To feel you still care
I see now nothing ever ends
Not a day has been forgotten
Not a day has been wasted
If this was all to be learned from love
Babel burns, the tables have turned
Babel is burning
To give meaning to hope, she said
To feel we have lived, she said
Realize in a touch, five years isn’t much,
Because we still haven’t learned, she said
Life is a trap, she said
Because there’s is no turning back, she said
Feel blood rush through your veins
Make a temple of a name
Live side by side with ghosts
What it means to feel God’s
Grace a touch
In this last touch
What it means to have loved, she said
Babel burns, Babel burns
Now Babel burns
That's why Babel must burn down to the ground
Why we must part without a sound
Babel is burning; our world is about to end
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4. |
Ashes
01:57
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5. |
Madman
05:07
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6. |
Metanoia
01:19
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(instrumantal)
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7. |
It Flows Away
06:45
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