1. |
Cramped
02:29
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Brother sister brother, side by side
Densely packed in a room
Living, dead, living dead
Average day of crawling
Moving out of place
Confined, cluttered
Airless, gasping for their last breath
Cramped, pinned down on the floor
Trampeled, by the weight of thousands
Beating, youself with memories of past
Birds singing the song of freedom
Dropping down to polluted ground
Claimed, piece by piece, for their heart
Feeding the heartless
Breathing the airless
Enlighten the blind
Praise the elderly
Fragile being, eyes in holes
The boy who has never seen the sun
Brightly shining down on him shadow of a man
Next to him, over him, under him, everywhere near
Cramped
Fighting, pulling, making his way
Out of this wretched place
A moment of hesitation
Shivers down his spine
Crowded in by ten, by hundred, by a thousand
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2. |
Crossroads
02:19
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Frustrated, tired and sick
A centipede crawling under my skin
Hello, my darling friend
Haven’t seen you in a quite a bit
Why am I dragging?
Why do I rush?
Why have you chosen?
Chosen Me
Constricted, held Back
No more, release me, no more, centipede
Stomp, the centipede
Consume, its remains
Locked down in my mind
Is a bitter memory
How Centipede found its end
Hundred legs on crossroads
Why am I dragging?
Why do I rush?
Why have you chained?
Chained Me
Determined to reach
End of every junction
Little legs wiggling
Towards the finish
Of every path
No more, release me, no more, centipede
Every goal, every target, every misery, every joy
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3. |
Extinct
01:39
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Picking grass, smelling flowers
Cocooned inside, farewell
It fell down, on the grass
Stomped on
Desert wasteland, liliac sun
The elixir of youth
He rose up, to another life
Heart beating
Projection of imagination
Subject to false advertisment
Covered with belief and built in trust
Patronized by its own weaknesses
Roaming around these blossoming lands
As the sole being of its kind
Shimmer flowing with rivers waves
Its fate decided by trial and error
He will be extinct
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4. |
Psychosis
02:18
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Mass psychosis, manipulation
Close knit family
Experiencing, imitation
Crowds think they are saved
Followers marching the square
To the victory they say
And bow their heads
Blind mind, brightly controlled
Day to day we join
Masses of psychosis
Bright light shining on to every
Last one of us and calling us out
To fill the screen with meaning
Important to you and me as well
Forgotten, the buttons
To control their presence
Lightning strike of clarity
Coven of bright light
Coven of dim light
Follower of artificial life
Follower of empty life
They will go on with their lives
They will go on to be yelling madly
On with posessed darkness
On with locking away their fear
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5. |
Hollow
01:38
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Superior existence, that means nothing
Symbolic immortality, of a world for no one
Follow, worship
False idols will cease vanish and shrink
Meaningless, aimless
Vessel adrift in a sea of hollow images
Useless, worthless
Admiration of hot steamy air and jealousy
Empty, senseless
Superior existence in the flesh of fear
In front of you, looking at their toes
Behind you, gazing up the sky
Around everywhere, mostly same
What are their true intensions?
Better themselves through lies
Where are they heading with this?
Going in circles hiding the truth
What is their true goal?
Form perfection out of imperfection
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6. |
Antidote
02:25
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Back straightened, hair curled, shimmering eyes
Tilting head from left to right, back and forth
Through cupboards searching
Looking for another vial
Pale skin, bursting blood vessel
Stronger than ever, happier seemingly
Strolling down the isle, reaching towards an exit
Running, escaping
Dropping his chances
Into a small puddle of glowing mass
Exchanging a smile before evaporating
Up down, left and right
Sodding off, waking up
In and out, of counciousness
Pattern changing on the wall
Hypnotizing his mind
Body starts to break
Giving up on reason
Timing its end
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Origin
02:22
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From the centre of earth
Came a man to be
On a quiet night, when the moon fell
Utter darkness, mutter source
To the tale old as man from centuries afar
Greetings in forgotten language
Pleasantries are shared between
Peasant and a graceful master
Iron horse steaming through
Vast landscapes of aging scenery
In not so distant future
A man does not remember
From where it came and where it goes
Complexity of life eradicates
The road the man once walked alone
A man does not remember
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8. |
Wet Cloth
00:29
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A road of mud
Heavily stomped
Along the coast
Glance of wet cloth
Laying in the corner
Useless as ever
Worthless as always
Just laying there
Forever
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Projections
02:06
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I am with you and I
We are and we will
I am with I and them
We have, we have the will
I am with you and yours
You had the will of ours
Our own dreams and realms in our dreams
Representation of desire
Light games on the wall
One Shade crawling up on another
Light flickers, shadow dissapearing
Reappearing
Holographic image of your visions
Are projected in my mind
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10. |
Stroll
02:10
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Beauty of the scenery
Eager to retrieve a bit
From these prosperous
Grounds of attraction
Result of his stroll is to gain
Displayed magnificense
And hide
To the shadows eternal cover
To dismantle existing
Omnious entities are gathering
Speculating, imitating
Until it withers away
Until there is no more
Until it withers away
Until there is no more
Scarce are the words spoken
Beauty of the scenery
Eager to retrieve a bit
Endless reoccurence of violation
All that is left is scarred
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11. |
Tin Soldier
02:34
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Their hands are tangled together
Forming future on a shade
Out of ash rose a tin soldier
Melt away in a roar from the past
Tide bringing together the shades
Of a ship from a failed voyage
Their hands are tangled together
Grasping a tin soldier
Paths they have taken
Running barefoot, laughing
Held in their tiny hands
A rabbits foot and a beating heart
Keeping them on their tracks
Without any questions
Directed to head
Towards imminent end
A tears of joy, a tear for blazing sun
Laying peacefully to the ground
Hands reaching towards knees
Closing eyes as they grow tired
A flying star
Like a missile
Over the sky
Landing on the coast
Over a burning heap
Extinguished
Next to a tin soldier
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Sociasylum Tallinn, Estonia
Sociasylum was first established in 2011 as a trio playing fastcore/powerviolence. Due to changes within, the band became a quartet and changed their musical direction more towards hardcore and grindcore with taking many influences from various extreme music sub-genres. In 2021, the latest line-up continues working on new material to follow up previous full-length “Crossroads”. ... more
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