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Final man
broken buildings watching over flooded streets where nothing moves
shelters for the vultures hardly keeping daylight out
marble stained with rust faded paintings on the walls
beaten towers crumble haunted only by the wind
I will live forever
no angels left to hold me
I will be the final man
picking up the given challenge of the fallen gargoyle angels
headed on collision course with martyrs tied as fenders
driving like a mad dog going faster than a bullet
pulled by gravitation from a million tonnes of stone
human insects lived here crawling through the underground
beehive built in stainless a cathedral for the slaves
spineless cowards guided by ideals they couldn't grasp
giving up their freedom in the hope of being chosen
in the twilight grows the shadows hollow hands that tries to catch me
omens can not stop me because all the prophets died
like the ancient temples their monuments survived them
speeding through the ruins I left their bridges burning
words: j. montelius
music: e. simonsson
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Control
from the chosen path worlds pass in distance
ways once important now revealed as false
again the fear to go
and the longing for a home
like a filter always my own projections
on the things that I experience
trying to outrun
the stench of my decay
living within frames
my memories are frozen
falling apart
my brains are broken
in the barren fields new domains unveil
where every impression is a mountain to climb
put down my last defence
floating, feeling the flow
sometimes encounters we touch like swords
but as the warmth comes we fade
desires remaining unspoken
the words are lost
words & music: e. simonsson
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