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Veritas in Terra
04:26
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Terra
You were gone long before us
Taught the cells they could adore us
We still mourn your tender lies
Terra
You remind me of Arrakis
I wove all of you through velvet
So I know its all a lie
Terra or René
And all the other things I was planning to say
Ziemba is the name of a spider who was burned at the stake
Terra
I believe you more than ever
For the names keep getting better
Weaving truth into the lie
Veritas
Its my very own renaissance
That was born long before us
Now i’ve given it a name
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
Terra
Oh the relics that you left us
In exchange for our confessions
We all live for tender lies
Veritas
Deep within your well of wishes
Virgin daughter of prometheus
Lives the mother of all lies
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
Veritas in Terra Veritas in Terra ohh
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How quickly utopia becomes a nightmare
I built my world free from fear, but something else trembles the air
If I play God, will it help sweet songbirds sing me their prayers?
I built utopia, it became a nightmare
Now I only care for prayers of songbirds
(I built utopia, it became a nightmare)
How quickly utopia becomes a nightmare
I built my world free from fear, but something else trembles the air
If I play God, will it help sweet songbirds sing me their prayers?
I built utopia, it became a nightmare
La la la la la
Now I only care for prayers of songbirds
Sweet songbirds sing
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Ugly Ambitious Women
03:24
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Sensation type:
Unloveable, morbid primitive grotesque
Prickly old people’s hearts
Hairsplitting stupid old head
Ambitious women can’t help being ugly
Look at me
Look at me
I will recall
I will recall
Tongue-slipping all too human
Profane shadow
I will recall
Grotesque echo
A pure mirror and a damn prison
Profane shadow
Sham prototype
Hysterical
too quick to cry
Built to break
Delicate rose
got a complex
Silly old bleeding a mess
Sensation type: [main melody] profane eyes blind eyes
Unloveable, morbid, primitive, grotesque spark cure
Prickly old people’s hearts tongue slipping all too human
Hairsplitting stupid old head as if i needed a weapon
Ambitious women can’t help being ugly profane as a shadow or echo
Look at me a pure mirror and a damn prison
Look at me
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Berry Picking
00:29
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Vero
02:30
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Vero you say with none hidden reward but it funnels through
Ignite your present stream before time returns to die
Listfully written or pulsed with a gun, names on a page
It’s true what they say, its all true and none
There’s no one, there’s no one, there’s no one who can rewrite what’s done.
Ignited Vero belied something lost, we swim in red but not still
The days are war, the moves are few, the light deceives the cold of home
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