1. Part I: Daimonion: Intro (Suicide)

I saw the sky
Who wanted to run away
From the contempt
I saw the sky
And broken beams of the sun

The wind
Was throwing with the second word
Perhaps it was the truth
Perhaps the false
I didn't hear

I heard only
The scream of man
Who run away
From the false
And I saw his eyes
Swollen with the blood

And his body
As a leaf on the wind
In the realest pose

2. Dust (Kill Me)

When the light disappears
And the brightness ends
A daybreak won't be the oracle
...and the last
of these lasts
the time'll raze to dust...

The filty word
Shouted out by the sick mind
Il'll stick it shapelesness
Like your breath washed out
By contempt

I don't want to wait for it,
So kill me
Though I don't want to die
But kill me

I hide my face in palms
And sin in dirty conscience
I won't look any more
I no more look with blasphemy

3. Contradictions

The world is sunk in a fire
Like an oil shaft
It blows with the fire
Which is bigger and bigger, higher
Towards the very sky
Until the last spark
Burns eyes of existence

Laments can't help now
Confessionals have already burnt
And hearts won't help
This is a day which ends with ashes

Light!
Day!
Thoughts!
Contradictions

Testaments will remain in cinders
For the new unknown
Maybe better losers
Despised with the curse

Everything has already glittered
All the flame has already put out
The ashes of the sin
Are waiting for the wind

4. Possessed

Time stands still as if it dodn't exist
Sleepwalking souls are awaking before dawn
And drift into the strange world of illusion
Which can't be understood

That's impossible
Shadows on the wall are alive
This house is deranged
Everything whirls and sways
Like in a wild dance

We're possessed!
We may all be there!

The cavalcade of light and shade
And swarming thoughts at the bottom of reason
Lunacy discovered every night
The cup of misery filled up to the brim

Cry that bares pain
Hell in the shapes of Earth
Hell in each and everyone
This will last forever

We're possessed!
We may all be there!

5. Name

I've not been able, to heal myself yet
Of street-prophets' sentences
My lips are throwing but curses
My laughter is the cry of despair

For a moment too much
For longer to little
It is also dangerous
To forget one's name

In what purpose, the end is left
The way in its way is confused
For everybody good
Glory to fucking benefactors!

I'm taking in my hands
The act of depression
Which one can get from notary public
to forget one's name?
violated thought about the test of the new

I'm asking a lame beggar for advice

To forget one's name?
To forget

6. Outro

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