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PAIN VOL​.​II

by Museum Of Past Artifacts

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“Subject number 18 06 15, Major depressive disorder and psychotic episodes, self-destruction obsession and identity crisis, 14 suicide attempts in records, extremely dangerous, do not release it to free society” Please believe me; I don’t have a mental illness It’s just my soul that is too damaged to go on Please Doctor you have to help me; I’m not fine at all Can you fix me? Can you fix the spirits inside me? But please Doctor; don’t destroy the remains of my mind “It’s fucking hurting me, please make it stop!” Soon all your childhood memories will disappear Take it easy boy, this is just a routine Relax; everything is going to be fine Soon you will wake up, as a productive member of the free society THERE IS NO SCAPE I’m going crazy? Unfortunately I think you’re crazy, please take your… Anti-depressive pills for breakfast An electroconvulsive therapy for lunch And for dinner, an delicious anesthesia just for sleep My personal psychotherapy Medicate me [x2] Let me live in my own world of illusions “The essence of the iron in the blood obsesses me, and it’s better when the blood comes from my own veins; I know that I’ll never going to leave this place, the silence in your answers forces me to abandon any hope, but this is the hell after all and this is my penalty, all my life I’ve learned to be a righteous person but someday everything changed, It gives me pleasure break all the rules and taste all the things that will going to kill me, but the greatest pleasure is break the ultimate rule of all, the life itself; I just want to die but the people I love don’t let me kill myself; I’m condemned to live this life in a love jail build by the people I love, I’m a fucking slave that wants to be free, I’m the life’s slave, I just want to die alone…” Scorch my head and alter my soul Love, can you make me normal again? I don’t want to live in this fucking hell for another day I can’t remember when everything turned this grim I can’t just run away from this odd suffering I am crazy [x2] You can’t be treated; this is your eternal curse Wander the hallways of this institution until you die But please take your… Anti-depressive pills for breakfast An electroconvulsive therapy for lunch And for dinner, an delicious anesthesia just for sleep My personal psychotherapy Medicate me [x2] Let me live in my own world of illusions
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Since the sunrise till the sundown Your toxic memories infest my mind You still poison the lakes of my hope With your unnecessary presence The existence of your remembers in my brain This lost foundation is pointless But no matter how hard I try You’ll never going to leave me Because you love my pain Since the sunrise till the sundown Your toxic memory Haunted by your ghost Insomnia embraces me with shame Just make my dream come true And cut my neck and drink my blood JUST GET OUT OF MY MIND What is the purpose to live this empty life? When everything and everyone decline with the years Fuck the smile face of the rest I hate your fucking happiness Today and tomorrow are just like the yesterday Just potential memories that will crush me New theoretic scars in my old skin THIS LIFE AIN'T WORTH LIVING What do you feel when you see the reflection of the sun in your window? Do you feel the warmness of the shining sun? Or do you feel repulsion by the blindness light? Close your eyes and pretend to be the corpse that will never wake up Since the sunrise till the sundown Your toxic memory Keeps end and end and end All my sanity is near to be crushed By your fucking ghost inside of my head And the sun round and round and round Breaking every bond between the life and the death We are separate by the two sides of the mirror Of the two absolute states of the nature of this reality that we own This is our unstoppable and unavoidable tragic Since the sunrise till the sundown Your toxic memory Keeps end and end and end All my sanity is near to be crushed By your fucking ghost inside of my head And the sun round and round and round
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Pray for pain, pray for agony To burn this world When hers icy corpse just be there for us When this numb obsession… …freezes as cold as the moon Leave me with this appetite Just walk this way If you’re waiting for darkness And not for the light To see the final meaning of my own A great crowd in the center of the pentagram I left my soul into a trashcan I don’t need it anymore I’m the acolyte of pain I am the server of the discomfort ones Memento mei, in aeternum Meus dilectus demissionem (Remember me forever My beloved depression) Come closer and watch The doorstep of the edge of this fucking earth I have addiction for pain and for life I’m in love with the past Life is pain, pain is life Perpetual bleeding from the dark Negate me if you are ready to leave The realm of misery But you’ll never learn… …how is the true way to be really corrupt Madness is by my side I left my soul into a trashcan I don’t need it anymore I’m the acolyte of pain I am the server of the discomfort ones Memento mei, in aeternum Meus dilectus demissionem (Remember me forever My beloved depression)
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How could I see the light at the end of a tunnel? When I'm surrounded by shadows Seeking shelter, a little human contact A bit of warmth from others But I meet a cesspool of worthless societies Where really am I? Like fools we clap and categorize Those who believe are bigger than us But under the glass you’re naked and cold In the convergence of all the views, nothing can be hided You’re mask is falling down Redemption, the way that I am trying to walk Renunciation, of this marked path with the traces of god Resignation, of all of us, there is nothing left Resurrection, the resurrection of the moth The sickest The most putrid thing The most infested with malicious People just like you Only the most urged screams for attention Yelling their problems and their shortcomings All of us are trying to look for a second aside Bad intentions are camouflaged with color We are artificial rainbows Just a little human connection, is what we all seek Why we don’t say the truth like it is, turn down the rainbow Break all the mirrors with their black phantasmagorias Cut off your wings the sky isn’t your home anymore And then rise up to the glass and look inside you Deep inside of your inner fears Look the demon face to face Who are you? What are you? We are under the glass We are liars for nature; we live only for the carrion The last human who stands in the middle of the glass will survive We do not tell the truth and we decorate this with a harlot pinky dress We are resigned to live this translucence hell; the only truth is there is nothing left… …but the moth
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P A I N 02:32
[Instrumental]
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En mis pensamientos más profundos Puedo encerrarme por semanas completas Imaginando mil escenarios diferentes En los que estamos tú y yo completamente solos Solo tú estás conmigo, y yo estoy aquí a tu lado Quitándome la vida lentamente una vez más Una sonrisa cubierta de miedos de un lado del árbol Y una sonrisa invertida que no se puede transformar Experiencias y sueños trágicos me han traído a este lugar Donde ruego por un poco de simpatía ajena para que al final NO ME QUEDE NADA MÁS Solo los ecos me han acompañado desde el primer día Demonios pequeños que con los años se volvieron gigantes Su aura de oscuridad me da calor y compañía por las noches Y mientras más trato de acércame a los demás Al final todo resulta contraproducente Y veo con atención nuestros tortuosos prospectos Que trazamos con tanta ingenuidad En mis pensamientos más profundos Puedo encerrarme por semanas completas Imaginando mil escenarios diferentes En los que estamos tú y yo completamente solos Solo tú estás conmigo, y en silencio mientras observas Como atravieso mi pecho con un cuchillo Buscando un corazón para darte Pero yo no encuentro nada No tengo nada que entregar a ti
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Your ghost strips for me Sex without consent Kiss me with your razorblade lips Fuck me with your naked soul The flavor of the alcohol is better from your body No love here, just lust, just desire The cigarettes cauterize my wounds Burn my skin and leave a crevice in my heart Hit me with your hate You’re the inspiration of my inner rage I hate you, I fucking hate you Hit me, you scum With all my hate I want to tell you FUCK YOU Just fuck you and fuck your delusions of grandeur You are just another filthy human being I don’t want your pain I want your death Kill yourself Now, please kill yourself now My suicide Creed Hit me harder alcohol Touch me harder my love If dying by excess of ethanol… …is the only way to feel your skin again Fill my glass; I’m prepare to die Die by Lustful Ethanol Overdose
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[Instrumental]

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released October 31, 2015

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Museum Of Past Artifacts is metamorphosis made pure irony and melancholy made misshapen music, Mörk Darthanas is dead, his music is dead.

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