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Sudden Break
01:52
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The Puppets Theater
06:15
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Open my eyes I see the light for the first time,
down on my knees staring the ground
cutted strings dangle from my body.
I feel my self and try to recognize me
The air is full of bizzarre sound
Look around you are in a grottesque musical
many puppets dancing drived by tense strings
Those puppets resemble me
but their gaze seems lifeless
I woke upon a stage and don't know why
but I want to run away from here
The air is full of bizzarre sound
Looks ahead an huge crowd are enjoying the show
Their looks don't seem brighter than puppets
Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
Am I part of this act?
I don't know nothing about myself
lost and confuse trying to sneake away from the stage
I want to burn I want to burn
Scented slavery, decorated prison
Want to cut I want to cut strings and hands
SET ME FREE!
Keep on dancing, keep on acting, keep on dancing
Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
Keep on dancing, keep on acting, keep on dancing
Woke up why?
On this stage
I need to escape from this puppets theater
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3. |
Outside
05:00
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First step just out of the nest
a river of people almost drag me away
world is in motion, continuous motion
in a vortex of needs, whishes and tasks
Drag everyone inside
No one cares about you!
Outside I am confused!
Dubbed ones soon will become mute
escaping from the dubbers to the silence
Everyone strolling to nowhere
without cares about the voiceless puppet!
No one notice this voiceless puppet
A lost homeless puppet
No one notice this voiceless puppet
A lost homeless puppet
Try to clying to someone in this river of faces
but I’m afraid to go beyond their frozen looks
Try to clying to someone in this river of faces
but I’m afraid to go beyond their frozen looks
Metallic howls by mechanical beasts
persecute me in this forest of concrete
oooooh no one cares about you!
oooooh outside I am confused!
Driven ones are prone to get lost
just after the lack of their driver.
Searching for reference point
is so hard in the busy ones chaos
Everyone bump the stumbling puppet
Climbing on the top of this place,
I need to find calm and to breathe
No one notice this voiceless puppet
I didn’t wake up to succumb
Well, I’m here and I want to stay
From on high I try to fight my fears
contempling the living mosaic below me
This world both scare and fascinate
Moving in a weird dance to whom I behold
From on high I try to fight my fears
contempling the living mosaic below me
This world both scare and fascinate
Moving in a weird dance to whom I behold
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4. |
Shaped Water
05:59
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We can feed your mind
I have hunger for knowledge
We will choose your feeding
But my hunger is total
We can feed your mind
I have hunger for knowledge
We will choose your feeding
But my hunger is total
and my curiosity rumble
Going classic, classic, classic, classic
Ancient knowledge gives wisdom and brillance
Going technic, technic, technic, technic
Technic knowledge gives skills and utility
But I wanna shape myself how I want
But I wanna shape myself how I want
We take our children and put them in this breeding
where they shape them how society want
Prevent them to create for fun, for create to sell
teaching just to make perfect social gears
Young minds are like mass of water
that flowing and try to expand
Breeding make the water get freeze
in fixed and squared shapes.
Nothing is useless to know
Go and find out the world
Legions of shaped minds march to the future
breeded without way of choose
Legions of leaded children march to the future
without leaving from the formation
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5. |
The Hidden Filth
04:51
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Eternal prize, lure for the lucky ones
a comfortably illusion if your life has been damn
Damn you, scare you
Hell awaits who not pay attention to us
Damn you, plague you
Hell awaits who deny our laws
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
That can't see the filth
Stop burning who resemble me
You perverts burns all that's went out of your control
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
The white collar BDSM man pleased by
the fearful attention of his scared children
That can't see the
Hidden filth. Stay docile children!
Under the gaze of that crucified scarecrow
Stay docile children!
Under the gaze of that crucified scarecrow
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6. |
Tar Nectar
03:54
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Near to a gate like worker bees
Stare their workday
Ready to march, on the allarm ring,
In its place
A grey beehive covered by smokestock and drainpipe
Work! Get busy!
And work! Hurry up!
And work! Don't stop!
Let me breath!
Task! Your burden!
By task! Don't disappoint!
By task! You have a chance!
This seems like a blackmail
Hidden in a spot there's a crocked man
The senior worker
Blackened is skin, eyes and lungs
Why he still working?
Love for his family and his dignity
Work! Get busy!
And work! Hurry up!
And work! Dont stop!
Let me breath!
Task! Your burden!
By task! Don't disappoint!
By task! You have a chance!
This seems like a blackmail
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7. |
Carnival Of Pigs
04:24
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Enough scenes of world passed through this wooden eyes
I ask, someone can listen me?!
Folks! I have some ideas
to fix this broken opera.
A smiling face painted everywhere:
"We will build a better future"
Standing in the main square a waiting crowd
Divide in two sides like the red sea
Fluttering their own flags
Seems is near a war
Plastic smile people climb on the stage
The crowd go frenzy cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Our leader, our float we will always trail
our leader, our float has a bigger cock than yours
Everyone right here asking for their ownright
shout from left to right
Folks!
They have some ideas let listen the lawyers:
You will have the right to born, work, breed and age,
born, work, breed and age, born, work, breed and fucking die.
Standing in the main square a waiting crowd
Divide in two sides like the red sea
Fluttering their own flags, seems is near a war
Plastic smile people climb on the stage
The crowd go frenzy cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Cheers but for what?
Our leader, our float we will always trail
our leader, our float has a bigger cock than your
Crowd, masked with shit by the carnival of pigs
Porks with human features in the carnival of pigs
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8. |
Midday Strangers
02:24
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9. |
A Strings' Dramedy
04:46
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Loosing all my hopes, falling into insanity
reality is muting turn into the theater.
I don't know how I'm cage in this opera.
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place/that's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place
That's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place/that's my place
Keep on acting, you're a puppets
That's your place
That's my place
There isn't other acts
Repeated day by day
No way to escape
No way!
Choir: Learn, pray, work, vote, play, play, play
Learn, 'cause you serve
Pray, thank for your life
Work, should be productive
Vote, someone to be proud
Born, without a reason
Act, how society want
Die, searching a meanless glory
Act, how society wants
A spark in my brain
All of us are puppets
Most of us can't see the strings
someone hold it from on high
Cage, cage in this opera
We are all puppets, we are all puppets
There must be a reason
There must be a way
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10. |
The Knot Of Wills
05:15
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Climbing towards the top without fear for the height of the truth
Hard is to rise above the crowd's noise that shake your mind
A tangle of wills float in the air hidden from the people sight
Bilions strings are coming and going to form the master/slave knot
Bilions strings are coming and going to form the master/slave knot
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
The knot collect everyone will
Casually mixing them until none of the original strings
is equal to those that send to us
All our act changing something influencing the knot in minimal part
virtue and guilt, blended togheter, all us identity lost
virtue and guilt, blended togheter, all us identity lost in equality
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
We are all bounded to the strings of our wills
We are all masters, everyone make the strings
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