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Blind Spot
02:18
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And the night never came
As the sun never left
Woven colorful lines
Vivid shades of all the secrets contained
Meant to never unfold
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The Masquerade
04:19
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I watch them as they watch me
We both know how to deceive
Will we just keep pretending?
My hands shake with the thought
"I could have done so much more"
They pick their masks at the door
This is slowly killing me
It's not supposed t o be like this
None of this is any real
The masquerade is now complete
The jester's no one but me
Their judging eyes make me fear
I haven't got what it takes
This façade has shown its face
This precious lie, I see it break
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Blue Quartz
04:07
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Tameless
04:16
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Watch
They become
Driven by
Primal nerves
Feel the heat
Drowned in lust
Rip their clothes
Free their soul
Bite their lips
Pull their tongue
Suck their blood
Lose control
Make them need
Nothing else
Crave for all
I provide
Let their body
Twist and twirl
I come to serve
What you get
Tell me all
You've repressed
Things you tried
To hold back
I want to hear you
and feel your breathing
to know who you are
When you're out of yourself
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Black Canvas
07:44
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Once again, I battled my thoughts
I've searched my head, but I still won't find
Can't find words to what's undefined
I don't see a scene, have I gone blind?
Hold up
I made a choice - to live unharmed
I paid a price - it's killed my art
Should I just release what I've confined?
Is there a suppresed me who can make it right?
Hold up
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Beyond Touch
03:25
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Nimble
03:48
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Nimble white paws are running throught the night
Stomping the soil, leaving marks behind
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First-Born Twin Wolf
03:00
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So often I
Feel like nothing I
Could ever try to do
Can change my fate
Can make it ok
Can turn things around
This is all I have
This is why I am
Here, alive for
I've put my soul
But every song
has been a waste of time
God hasn't made any plans for me
I'm stuck between the devil's teeth
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11. |
Second-Born Twin Wolf
06:39
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How can you stay so calm?
That man in the mirror isn't you
Your face is nowhere to be found
He's all you can see now
We know you never asked for this
But you saw it coming, didn't you?
It's too late, your attempts are worthless
How could you not freak out?
No matter how hard you beg for it to stop
He will follow you around
Everywhere you go
He will shake hands with the ones that you meet
And they'll call him your name
They'll call him your name
Beauty has its place
Deep inside
Within the ones that still live
Oblivious
And unaware
Tomorrow comes
For a change
Their bodies will betray them
Sooner than they think
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A Present Foreseen
03:16
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When I can finally find a reason to live,
it falls apart right in front of my eyes.
It might be karma or a curse, I don’t know, but it sure is funny.
There are gods up there wishing me dead. Am I such a threat to them?
I’ve decided to lock myself up. I don’t plan on going out,
I can’t calm down
I might hurt the ones I love. I’ve created my own personal universe.
Inside it, I bounce from wall to wall, hoping something will catch me.
Nothing ever does. I’m not brave enough to leave my room.
It feels inexplicably comforting. Maybe it’s easier to stay here.
I can watch myself fall apart without having to fake it’s alright.
It’s not alright.
I’m not ok.
I’m tired of all this. I tried to be strong,
but I can’t lie to myself anymore
I’m becoming insane. I can’t sleep without having a nightmare,
I can’t clean this impurity without losing control,
I can’t find peace on anything.
There are bruises on my body, but I don’t remember how I got them.
Lately my consciousness has been glimpsing in and out of itself.
I think I did them to myself.
God, I’m already insane.
I keep looking around. It’s not hard to find my scattered parts,
you know. I can peel them whenever I want to, but I can’t keep
them from shedding, or put them back.
It’s just a matter of time until only hatred is left.
I know I won’t be able to stand what I’m turning into, hell,
I can’t stand my own reflection already.
If this is what I am to become, then I rather be nothing at all.
I rather end this for good.
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14. |
Scattered Parts
01:23
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And the Night Never Came Curitiba, Brazil
Independent solo artist from Brazil, Gustavo Mazuroski was born in 1997 in the city of Curitiba and has been making music in his bedroom since 2015.
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