Trainwreck - The Charme Of Flickering Lights
[…]
all chrome, brickwalls and rusted steel
hinter glänzenden fassaden
wir die lebenden schatten
eingelullt in unsere träume
kühl und hell in den augen
die flickernden lichter
und irgendwo da oben der grenzenlose horizont
we`ve got skies in mind but no stars to see
and all this concrete, noise and steel
glücksversprechen, die keine erfüllung gebracht haben
und alles was uns bleibt ist beton
eingeborene des betons
parade der zombies
[…]
Shipwreck A.D. - Zenith
So now I stand atop.
Atop the highest peak.
Looking back at the voyaged path.
Tailing behind me.
From the deepest seas.
To the darkest nights, I survived.
But still the piece of the puzzle
Is missing from my mind.
Searching for the worth.
In every ocean.
In every land.
The olive branch, a second chance.
The purest dove to grace my heads.
Instead all I have is the wonder.
Of what’s on the other side.
Screaming. I pray. To the earth and sky.
“But what’s the point? All I’ll still find is nothing. Please say this journey has been for something…”
“Tell me do the angles fly with icy feathered wings? Do the deaf men of the heavens hear them when they sing? How are we to wake up without ever wondering? You won’t always find and answer to everything. So now my child keep your mind from wandering and find the peace inside to let your restless mind sleep..”
The Aokigahara Forest is the most popular site for suicides in Japan. After the novel Kuroi Jukai was published, in which a young lover commits suicide in the forest, people started taking their own lives there at a rate of 50 to 100 deaths a year. The site holds so many bodies that the Yakuza pays homeless people to sneak into the forest and rob the corpses. The authorities sweep for bodies only on an annual basis, as the forest sits at the base of Mt. Fuji and is too dense to patrol more frequently.
(part 2: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V1eXOXYI3bc)
(via highatthebottom)
(Source: VBS.TV)
Men As Trees - Come Outside and Warm Yourself by the Wolf’s Sun
This war was waged with promises that we made.
And hearts that we never saved.
See the intention in your heart.
Are you content to wait this out?
This war. We wage. This war. We wage. We rage. We kill. Destroy. We kill and then we rebuild.
Rebuild.
This is like god to me.
I’ve forgotten all the words
To the prayers, to the pleas,
Now you’ve got me on my knees.
And I’m screaming piss-drunk at the top of my lungs,
Oh sweet something, please tell me who I am.
Tell me who I am or what I’ve become.
I’ve lost my identity, I’ve lost my identity.
I shape-shift for every new face in my life.
No continuity. No pattern emerges.
I tear apart and then it sinks in.
Not only doubts and fears…
The full loss of innocence.
And if god is love, then god is dead.
Then who scattered his ash in the wind.
It blows back in our faces,
We just get a taste - just one fucking taste.
Two fingers on the pulse of our sculpture…
We burned him alive before he even awoke!
We made god in our image of want.
Of baseless human want!
And we bask in this numbing apathy
And we die. And we die.
Amenra visuals from 2007
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