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This Is Ground Zero
06:20
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Mayfly
06:18
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On the wings of a butterfly
We built empires of crystal snow
And stretched our pain along the gates
Counting our steps to the next sun
Tomorrow she gave her wings away
Deemed by the pulse of the darkest vein
And glued wooden crosses that clap
Rhythming the March to the Forthcoming
The call that no one flees
Harvest the steam that sews your heart
Colors escaping the rust of our walls
Yet we stared too deep
Till the reasons burnt cold
If we fed the fire to the greatest flame
Your pain isn't ambiguous then
There was always a death
Hanging by your walls
Naming the pores along your skin
Claiming a haven within
In the irony of our Belief
If I could carry your weight
I would walk to the end of the world
And dig through the other side
Would our scars follow home?!
There was always a death
Hanging by your walls
Naming the pores along your skin
Claiming a haven within
In the irony of our Belief
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We dream as one as the circles of reality
Gather our thoughts
For those who close their eyes at night
Shall always be blind
Behind the wall of perception
Can you trust your mind
Where the borders of the sky
Mislead my eyes
Sheltered from time, place, space
Can I hold this moment before the demise
Hours pass as minutes, minutes as years
Priests of the haven at the end of the wall
For how long can I stall
Greetings fellow ramblers sieged inside my brain
Walking the steps of my insanity
Wandering through my deformed veins
Together we will earn the claim
For the essence of my lost humanity
Will I remember
The trace no one ever retains
The curvatures will never be the same
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The Tallest Man on Earth
06:27
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Pale, as the sky behind my eye
Where the ones who lost went to be
To nourish the blossoms of our barren trees
Pale, as the thoughts inside my brain
Sally, every move I decide
Fall,
Kneel,
Rise,
Concede to the aeon of demise
In the shade of our celebrated ignorance
We dance
The songs we could never whisper
The tales we could never tell
Tomorrow we'll have the will
But the luster in our eyes catches the wind
Mourning the rust of our cerebral veins
The sparkles that cross the bridge fall
One by one, they tend to mold
Catching the diseases of our mighty race
Infecting the enormous space
How could we ever carry the word
Would they hear our voiceless thoughts?
I look to your face, so pale & blue
How did I ever lie to you
Broken promises follow the shade
Of their wasted serenade
Every step I take to you
My mind shackled the truth
Chosen to split the routes
Shall death reunite our thoughts
Shall death reunite our thoughts
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[last lines]
Francis Underwood : Did you think that I'd forgotten you? Perhaps you hoped I had. Don't waste a breath mourning Miss Barnes, every kitten grows up to be a cat. They seem so harmless at first. Small, quiet, lapping up their saucer of milk. But once their claws get long enough, they draw blood. Sometimes from the hand that feeds them. For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule: Hunt or be hunted.
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Cypher Dimension Alexandria, Egypt
Founded in 2014, post-metal trio Cypher Dimension, led by Tarek Zakaria, Mohamed Shawky and Kamal Fahmy, experienced a hiatus after many years of inactivity. Upon resuming their musical journey, they took control of their production, infusing renewed energy into their untamed tunes, and setting the stage for the opening of their debut EP. ... more
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