1. |
/Root 1/
02:12
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2. |
Accepting the State
01:48
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Somewhere rightfully
Back flickers.
Nature of kneeling down is now known for you.
Pursue badge of locomotive deepens.
“Getting out” idea is no more going through in you.
Waiting for the tide.
Waiting out the night.
Waiting out the fright.
Waiting.
Waiting for the bite inside.
Waiting ‘till your world goes blind.
Waiting ‘till your dried heart sides
With grasp of tragedy that guides the life.
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3. |
Dispersing
05:53
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No one ever gets this sodomy,
Are we a sodomy? (modomy/podomy/godomy/lobotomy)
Depicting all this willingness,
Caught in the wilderness.
This pick is flicking in my rusted telescope,
Forget the antidote.
Are we all damaged by the atmosphere?
Inject the atmosphere caused by the ink of silence.
Try to eliminate your much needed recklessness,
You had your better days (it’s a phase).
Xantuous hijacked your sad variety
With greatest clarity.
The best of us are lying down too long
We never get along.
The stabbing, gallopized by someone’s knees,
Dealt massive crush and then ceased.
Tell me you feel it
Take it down, unknow it.
Tell me you feel it
Porcelain haze.
Tell me you want it,
Pick it up and feel it.
Tell me you know it
Far from your base.
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4. |
Commemorating
02:13
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It takes a while back for machine
To ply away.
Crops and flies are flying down
The pile.
Pilgrims are lost and dried
In vial.
Take a part of heart and fire it down the liar.
Life is lost and conquered by feelings long far out.
Tell me you feel it
Take it down, unknow it.
Tell me you feel it
Porcelain haze.
Tell me you want it,
Pick it up and feel it.
Tell me you know it
Far from your base.
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5. |
Futile Testimony
05:05
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I can’t move, the roots look alluring.
Part of them is me and this is a mutual feeling for both of us.
This soil is very warm, I feel like a part of it.
Disruption of the evolution, I see where the idleness got me.
Watching my own self getting wounded with my new limbs that I have no control over.
I think I’ll stay here for a while, there’s nothing else I can do besides fighting myself, but who fights oneself?
That’s immature, shit, of course that’s immature.
I’m becoming one of the beings that I have been watching, laughing and pitying all my sane life.
The roots are coming through me.
The most important thing here is not to let them grow inside my brain, I still need that piece of shit functioning. (for what?)
Apart from that, I don’t fucking care, I wasn’t even going anywhere.
It’s better just to wait it out.
I think I’m starting to like this place.
Soil feels nice, I was never able to feel it from that, personal, perspective.
That pain will go eventually, it actually becomes soothing.
My mind is God, It will do everything as needed.
Cause I am a soul trapped in a body.
I can go up/right.
I can go down/left. (let’s travel, huh)
Clockwise.
It’s all subjective, it’s all theoretical.
We are theoretical.
Our very existence is questionable.
So why the fuck do I care about anything that is going on right here, right now?
Fuck that, I can make it all go away. When i want to.
For now I’m feeling comfortable here. (defensive wall)
It’s better just to wait it out.
And here I am,
Waiting for the tide.
Waiting out the night.
Waiting out the fright.
Waiting.
Waiting for the bite inside.
Waiting ‘till your world goes blind.
Waiting ‘till your dried heart sides
With grasp of tragedy that guides the light.
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6. |
/Root 6/
04:12
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7. |
Forgetting
07:48
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It took a while back for machine
To dry away.
Centuries were blocking faith in life.
Serpentine road was tracking yeast of pine.
Silicone dematurates and building waste from pine.
And walking past the young rods is not nice at all.
It took a while back for machine
To die away.
Crops and flies had long flown down
The rotten pile.
Pilgrims are long lost and dried
In vial.
Deja vu is coming to you from last life’s lie.
You took a part of heart and fired it down the liar.
Now life is lost and conquered by feelings long far out.
Say,
Silver lining,
As far as I care
No one had failed.
(I told them)
Say,
Silver lining,
“As far as I care
No one had failed.”
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8. |
Təzyiq Göstərmək
03:35
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You’ve smelled the high.
You’ve plied too wide.
Emotions are running dry.
You hide your name.
You side and gaze.
Born to be wild, apart the wood has hide.
The crime had lied.
You feel far dimed.
Devotion per soul glides station wide.
Submit the cry.
Forget your tries.
Your eyes are as clear as your gesture side.
Say,
Silver lining,
As far as I care
No one had failed.
(I told them)
Say,
Silver lining,
“As far as I care
No one had failed.”
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9. |
Immobile Protest
03:33
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The sparing space is getting clear.
The fragment of sack and foremeat.
Departure of your toll - severe.
You're speaking in laughs and torment now.
Root your pristine. (Perplexed Hesitancy)
Feel ground is down as wide as crown.
Goat - you came back and out of your filled convex.
Set needle back 1, 2 and out.
You (victim) is to heal your immobile protest.
Bond is no more, you think, you frown.
Crush down yourself, get rid of hornet. Now.
(IMAGINE)
Take, fry, have picture
Take, fry, have picture
Take, fry, have picture
Take, fry, have picture
(IMAGINE)
Depart, some friction
Depart, some friction
Depart, some friction
Depart, some friction
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10. |
Sındırılmış Köklər
02:20
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No other choice,
Break out of chains.
No other choice.
No other choice,
Breed out your legs.
No other choice,
It’s break or shelled.
(DO IT)
Gag, crack, desperate picture.
Crack, gag, (free as a bird).
Blood, bones, not feeling tissues.
(Comatosed), senseless, paralysed, entranced, benumbed!
Such a pain!
(Bestow our pain)
I wanna die!
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11. |
Partial Death
03:52
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Inside your mind goes:
I’m no more.
Freed and nothing’s here.
Inside your mind goes (apart the dried falls),
Inside your mind goes (get lost, you meek fraud):
No wild thoughts.
Freed and nothing’s here.
My world is over.
This suffocation.
My life is over.
This suffocation.
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12. |
/Root 12/ (Eternity)
07:13
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Lavatory Service Baku, Azerbaijan
Lavatory Service is a one-man project, a conceptual fusion of wide variety of genres mainly focusing on psychedelic, progressive and stoner sound.
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