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My crumbling world
04:57
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Underneath the words is a different world
Where no one can pretend or hide the pain away.
WHere you have to face what you did, who you became.
Where pain and solitude are constant
Everything else is passing by.
And you are deathly scared of who you are.
This is my crumbling world where no hope can live long.
And dissapointment pervades everything
Pure discomfort is the reality.
only one feeling is the honesty
Being hopeless is one I can truly feel.
suffering is always present and painfully real
Lost, forsaken, empty.
To rot and die lonely
Torture and insanity
What life plans/has/ for me.
longing for its end.
so I can stop to pretend
This is my crumbling world.
What I am not able to rebuild.
Facing what I became I realise
It is already pointless to live this
life
Just lying here broken.
Knowing all my dreams are shattered.
Into heart-carving splinters.
into endless thorns on my heart
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Broken pureness cries
06:48
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behind a world of lies…
Truth has to arise
Revealed before my eyes,
a broken pureness cries.
Tears are the only signs
To realize I am still alive
Speechless existence the burden
I carry and it’s called life.
Trapped in my torturing mind
There is no way out to find
Something inside me
That could open my eyes.
To witness myself one more time
As my broken pureness cries
Broken pureness cries
This is my life
I have reached my doomday.
To finally decide
Whether in this deathly cage to stay
Or end all this suffering and die
This day I found myself facig my biggest fear
Seeing what I beleived was never ever never real
Reality is what I have left struggling
To face what I have been becoming
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Tonight…again
An awake nightmare
As I’m still lying
Bipolar visions and dying
This vision my mind created
Every night I have to face
The insanity inside me
Slowly and painfully killing me
Your calming silence I call warfare
Cause it is my worst awake nightmare
When something inside my scratching my mind
Torturing and killing me alive
Carving inside, observing from outside
Watching myself dying and going mental
As the victim of this lifetime terror
The scariest future I see is in the mirror
Can’t fall asleep again…
lying alone in the darkness
embraced by total emptiness and deathly silence
but still in torturing noise
created by my own thoughts.
eating me alive from inside
Making myself going mental
But my body is still struggling…fooling everybody and everything.
I am a mirror from the outer world, window from inside.
I am stuck in my own body, shouting for help but they can’t hear me,they cant hear me they can’t see me.
They can’t find my dead soul to grab it and avoid from falling down into total emptiness
I am scratching the wall trying to get out from my own shelf.
Observing the world that maybe I don’t even want to live in.
Insomnia is an awake nightmare
but you can not wake up to get rid of it.
But still that total emptiness
creates me without any influence
Every night another part of me
comes into existence
For that insane suffering
just to die immediately.
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4. |
I'm still nothing
07:22
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Looking for the way out, facing walls
Looking for somebody to help, finding ghosts
Searching for happiness, facing dissapointment
Searching for answers, finding misbeliefs
Trying to rise, always fall
Grabbing a hand, pushes me deeper
Trying to live, always failed
Wants to believe, never hoped
Self created belief
that I always believed
For the life I would
I would really need
Destroyed in a second
Everything I’ve built
Destroyed way before
I could really live
Tried everything, anything…never succeeded, never shone
Tried everything, anything… always fell deeper and deeper
Tried everything, anything....never lived, always betrayed
Tried everything, anything…always believed, but never hoped
I tried everything but I am still nothing
Still nothing and nothing
Nothing but nothing
would try anything
But I’m still nothing
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counting the seconds
hoping they won’t be hours
until my mind
stops ruining my life
torturing itself and my body
Causing horrible pain and endless suffering.
Feeling better is just an illusion
To fool myself and then…to fall deeper again.
Don’t give up…they say.
I say: don’t even try!
Try to survive they pray
But I am longing for suicide
Never is the word I should
have already learnt:
never try anything you want
cause you won’t succeed
Never healing wounds just won’t stop bleeding.
My carved heart just can’t stop crying for ever.
counting the years now
does it make any sense to count further???
The happiest moment in my life when I think about suicide.
Longing for my death is the only thing I want to get.
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The will for nothing
03:22
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The infinite moment
of truth becomes imminent.
In the dreadful end
Of my aimless journey where I am
Found my only will
The will satisfies all my needs
The will for nonexistence
The will for nihil.
The will for nothing
The will for nihil.
The will for nothing is always stronger
than willing for some power
The will for nihil is my triumph
To live this nonexistence
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And after all this
Facing what I became
I just…ended up hating myself
Disgusted of what I see
Afraid of what I feel
And finally….I just hate myself
I hate myself
I hate what I became
And I’m the only one
To hate and to blame
I hate myself
I hate what I became
Looking in the mirror
I see only shame
I hate myself
I hate what I became
I’m undone!
and I won’t exclaim
I hate myself
It’s what I became
I hate everything
I’ve ever became
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8. |
Meghalok
05:33
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Lehajtott fejjel gondolok most arra,
Hogy miért kell meghalnom újra
Behunyom a szemem, mert nem akarok látni
Nem akarok élni, nem akarok vágyni
Nem akarok bánni, nem akarok várni
Nem tudom, hogy miért, de sürget az idő
Nagyon sürget mindent, amit akarok
Nem akarom várni, míg lassan megrohadok.
Nincs már semmi, amit én akarok, hiszen
Úgyis meghalok.
Csalódások érnek, primitív csalódások
Kifeszítem magam a világ közepére
Rohanok még egy ideig félve
Rohanok, mert félek
Rohanok, nehogy rossz érjen
Nehogy megégessetek
Veletek kiszúrni én nem tudok
Tudom, meg kell halnom,
Úgyis meghalok
Úgyis… meghalok
Úgyis… meghalok
Meghalok
Meghalok
(Szöveg: Koronczai Ágota, Tóth Ádám)
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