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Repression
07:46
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They say it's an illness.
They say it's a deasease.
Is it a disorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.
Screams!
Cries!
Tears!
Lies!
Thoughts fly with the speed of light.
I can't catch them.
It's all so messed up,
I don't know how I feel.
Hours passing by my shell,
don't know if it's night or day.
Dont' know if I am confused.
Am I sick or sad?
I moon trough the wilderness of time,
of what have been, and what's to come.
They say it's an illness,
They say it's a deasease.
Is it a disorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.
Screams and
cries and
tears and
lies!
Breathe, and die!
kill, and be alive!
Depression, Repression from your own life.
Mixed emotions, playing games with your mind.
Lost inside, with a blank look upon your eyes.
Leashed within yourself, with no will to rise.
I've being machinated by myself.
Who's responsible for this shit?
I'm plugged into imaginary,
unplugged from what is called life.
The same face is showing
to everyone around.
No further visions,
nothing to call mine.
I care for nothing,
see just a flat line.
They say it's an illness,
They say it's a deasease.
Is it a disorder?
It's a mental brittleness.
I can't find my order,
I can't find my peace.
Screams!
Cries!
Tears!
Lies!
(Repressed memories do not disappear.
They can have an accumulative effect and reappear as unattributable anxiety
or dysfunctional behavior. A high level of repression can cause a high
level of anxiety or dysfunction, although this may also be caused by the
repression of one particularly traumatic incident.)
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Release
05:44
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I've wasted so much time,
walked through the world unsatisfied.
I never look for a sign,
didn't make a difference between yours and mine.
I just kept moving from town to town,
no matter was I high or down.
And there where I thought the hope has died
I found myself in mankind.
I cut the umbilical noose, hanging under my thighs.
I released myself, from poison roots and flied.
Today I'm on a search for something higher.
And I'm on a verge of ascending.
I don't need a church or any friar,
No need to be purged I'm mending.
The only one who cared was I,
the only thing that I craved was mine.
And now when I sobered up,
I hear the preaches of the "chosen ones".
They won't let me breathe, they've captured my mind.
Imprisoned my spirit put it in a jar, threw the key want to see me far.
I kicked and screamed at the chosen ones.
I'll release myself, I will be the one.
Today I'm on a search for something higher.
And I'm on a verge of ascending.
I don't need a church or any friar,
No need to be purged I'm mending.
I don't need your friar to get me higher.
I'm on the verge of ascending, please don't purge I'm mending!
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