Mats Gustafsson, Andreas Werliin, Hans Joachim Irmler, MC Dälek, Mike Mare - Anguish

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All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish
All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish
Eternally pay my respects to those who possess our ancient breath
Behaviour unbalanced
We continue to seek these unknown pleasures through all too familiar angles
Passage is never passive
I inhabit this prose
These concepts grown off every fibre
Too exhausted by these times to ever be tired
A regenerative fire
Ignited by a cocktail of desire
We hear through words as orphans
No time for preposterous posturing
Recognition usually comes posthumous
I’m pessimistic of all these doe-eyed optimists
Perhaps they’ll vibe to this
But I’m quite sure core remains elusive
Labour’s fruit becomes putrid
Scrolls presented and dreams became lucid
Layers to these phonetics street music
I encourage your own conclusions
Consume consciousness like oxygen mixed up from cold fusion
Constance exponentially profuse
Ain’t much left to prove, man
All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish
All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish
This unease I feel as if there are others closer than brothers distant
Regrets are somewhat instant
Envision relief snatched by saved thieves
I’ve known little peace
Pace nocturnal
Rhythms remain eternal
The warmth of the sun is felt at such rare intervals
Bathe in the radiant truth from cherished individuals
Humble to share this precious breath
But carry this life shrouded in certain death
I revel particularly in the most vile
The anguish of existence is fitting
It’s the truly mundane that makes me smile
That infantile smile
So pure without pretext
Lost concepts connect, primal
I find these harmonics vital
Volatile thirst is unearthed from the depths of this flesh
Formed words express emotions built for millennia
Time travel cranium
All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish
All a balance
We lost language
These arms brandish
In pure anguish
Till we all vanish