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A Sin to Reheal
03:35
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1. A Sin to Reheal
Walking next to the moon, following the line of the sea.
Smoking just to rethink, empty bottles of drinks.
Tales will come before time, all the changes came fast.
Fear is only the fear, and injections revealed.
Waiting now to reheal, waiting for another sin.
And the sun stayed behind and it finished with night.
Layers of landscapes in blue, always stand in front of me.
Step on cigarettes that are being thrown slowly down.
My blood was red last time, now it became so cold white.
Like the color of voice, vacant room with no noise.
Waiting now to reheal, waiting for another sin.
And the sun stayed behind and it finished with night.
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Rusty Chains
04:11
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2. Rusty Chains
Staring down for a moment, without focus on a spot.
Eyes can’t stand on a place, fading out like a song.
I just open the window, with my hair in a mess.
The white surface of my eyes, a fish that demands a place.
I am stretching my fingers, press a button again.
So I take a big silent breath, I don’ t know what is next.
Try to hide my expressions on my face with my hair.
Like I am shaken I move and there’ s no aim to dare.
Light a cigar to feel all the heat in the room
and I know that I’ll leave from these rusty chains soon.
Light a fire to write down, in the middle of the night,
for a boy who died, for a face without smile.
Last words a nod to his love, glow and stars,
but his angels were trying to remake him tonight.
Try to hide my expressions on my face with my hair.
Like I am shaken I move and there’ s no aim to dare.
Light a cigar to feel all the heat in the room
and I know that I’ll leave from these rusty chains soon.
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Hell Head
04:22
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3.Hell Head
A ball of fire inside my head, inside my thoughts a hell of mine.
I move around to find a door, I am hooked on something so unknown.
A world that brings a hell to me, a thought that tortures with no end.
I close my eyes and spin around, should I do something just right now?
I am lost and searching for a friend, where are you have you almost died?
I wanna cling on something clear, yeah, so that my body will revive.
A paper heart between my arms, an image shows me all the truth.
I wanna close my eyes and leave, but here’s a world that brings me fear.
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Last Night
05:55
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4. Last Night
Last night, there was the sun inside the sea. On our sides an orchestra played a lyrical theme. Last night, there was the sun to catch all the shores, and darkness had to be thick to make us stay strong.
That time, the sun was separated from the sea. Half the world among the grains of the golden sand. That time, the color of the moon is pale underneath. No time to love the rough beauty of the land.
That time, my body is heavy on the ground. Violins are showing the way of falling down, and now you are there, and now I am here, save me for one time.
From now on, the waves are bleeding and searching for coast. These waves are trying to make circles around the corpse. An effort chasing your fake lips and all of your gods, like your will to leave me alone and search for a ghost.
Somewhere there must be for you a hiding nest. Somewhere there must be a place to belong. Finding the cross that’s missing from your neck, even if it is down into a hole.
Come here, it’s time for you to stop now and here. For God's sake, tell me some words like little tales. Cry for me once, cry for you at last, and that’s now the way that it starts.
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Stress
02:46
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5. Stress
I wake up just in time all the heat is around,
I melt like a freckle coming out in the sun.
Like a cat I still search for reviving the unknown,
my next step is to burn all the things that are thrown.
If you feel all this stress, for the days that were lost,
for the dreams that aren’ t born, there is a way out.
Let's build a deep well, to hold in our sounds,
to wash away our doubts, not thinking about.
We all talk and we fight with the same plastic blades,
like puppets preferring to move all the same.
But I don’ t give a fuck I am now in a lake,
like a home that my grandma enclosed tender days.
If you feel all this stress, for the days that were lost,
for the dreams that aren’ t born, there is a way out.
Lets build a deep well, to hold in our sounds,
to wash away our doubts, not thinking about.
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Void Era Athens, Greece
The Void Era is an alternative/heavy rock band that was formed in Athens in 2018. The founding members are Elia Tsara on vocals and guitars, and John Levojohn on bass. Shortly after, with Kostas Tsaras on drums, they released their first EP titled "The Way it Starts" in 2019. The band's lineup was later strengthened with the addition of Theofanis Mavropanos. ... more
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