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During the night a dark visit came
Cold breeze of laughter stroke down my face
The evil was there, he ruled my own dreams
formed them to his shape
impregnated my fears
My body was shacking, I didn’t realize
The danger was huge, my body paralyzed
My dreams raced along, they full up the room
Calm palm slowly approached my throat
My room was silent
My sleep was so deep
The cold of my fingers didn’t startle me
My grip so intense I was dying in my dreams
There was no fight, no sign of struggle
I was with death, shacking but humble…
…choked by my dreams
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Playing with death
05:03
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With the night approaching
The world is getting darker
While the light is going out
The shades are growing larger
Until they disappear
As the lack of sun…
Is the exact moment
When my game will start
My body is a puzzle
Its pieces mean my life
All day I am falling apart
My pieces are scattered
Everywhere on the ground
Death visits me all evening
To have some fun
To play my game
To merge me together
And prepare my body
For the next day
As it’s doing so
It always takes one piece away
Until the last one is gone
And I am finally out of the game
Out of my life
End of my game
End of my life
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Prízraky
04:07
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Najprv sme cítili vietor, protivný a jemný. Tento vietor prinášal strach.
Lepkavé vrstvy strachu, zabudnuté, vyhodené do vzduchu.
Cez zvuky búrky a vetra bolo počuť oddeľovanie mäsa od kostí.
Postupne sa vynárali prízraky, trochu ľudské, trochu zvieracie.
Predtým než vstali, ležali vedľa seba ako hroby.
Stádo potkanov v slepom hneve utekalo preč.
Prišli k nám do domov, stáli nad našimi posteľami a pozerali sa ako spíme.
Cítili sme vôňu krvi pod nosom.
Tráva okolo domov sa menila, ako lupiny, ako ekzémy, ako hnus.
Akoby chcela skryť niečo, čo je pod ňou už roky.
Nakoniec prízraky odstúpili a pýtali sa:
Čo budete robiť, až úplne odídeme?
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They found me in the morning
My fingers around my neck
My body lying there
Absurd blue grimace
on my face
I was too afraid to wake up and go for it
So, life came for me and took all of it (all of it!)
My tombstone it said
„choked by his own dreams”
There is no one to blame
Those dreams were created by me
I was choked by my dreams
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