1. |
The Scope
08:49
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One hour left until you’ll open your eyes
Feels like I could miss out on something
An inner bother strangulates me
This urge inside, that keeps me going on
Life's running on your time
I’m so enraged and disappointed about the way you talk
Hating it, the way you laugh
When you’re talking with them
Abashed you’re pushing aside curls from your face
But I’ll come back for more
Cause I can’t get enough
This one day you talked to me
Seconds your voice suddenly touched my ears
Can’t remember my answer
But every little detail
All the words you said
This day we met, meant nothing to you
You and me - together behind the glass
Sometimes it means the world to me
But often in silence
I feel that I am dependent on you, dependent on you
Helpless against this appeal
Seeing it’s just on one side
Makes fear turning into hate 2x
Want to catch you
To lock you up in my cage
Where you are singing just for me
You and me - together behind the glass
Sometimes it means the world for me
But often in silence
I feel that I am dependent on you
Helpless against this appeal
Seeing it’s just on one side
Fear turns into hate
Sometimes it means the world to me
But often in silence
I’m feeling dependence on you
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2. |
Under The Wig
06:48
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The beauty is on a masked ball
Her face a painted smile
To look like all the others
But under the wig itches the head
She’s a lake in winter
She’s covered by snow
Liquid is her soul
But under a wall of ice
The ice could break
But no one is looking behind
Behind the glass
Where water is clear and bright
Grass, thin and flat
Covered by curly white
Wispy wood is wearing
Powder for hiding itself
Walls of ice
Repressing the warmth on the ground
A big sip of darkness
Makes everything shrouded in mist all around
Feigned love and courtesy are fading
One moment running out of things
There are just hope and believe
Just hope and believe
But everything’s shrouded by frost
The ice could break
But no one is looking behind
Behind the glass
Where water is clear and bright
If ice could break
True colors could are shining through
Clear and refreshing
But no one wants it to know
The beauty is on a masked ball
Her face a painted smile
To look like all the others
But under the wig itches the head
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3. |
Beauty Machine
05:13
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There are so many colors and nice dresses
So many naked little bodies
A fat film of sugar in their faces
Alluring red sweet mouths
Desperation is hidden behind a wall of lovely looks and smiles
Sticking small humps towards the world
With a simper and a curtsy they could win or lose it all
Just one little puppet in the spotlight
A light that's burning wounds in mind
Little big eyes in a painting
Pressed in a tiny frame
Clapping hands from hysterical hags
From all around looks of expectancy
Memorized sentences, trained slinky walks.
With a carrot and a stick they’ll fulfill other dreams???!
The face: 9.6 present / 8.3
The body: 9.3 pride / 8.8
The pose: 7.5 future / 6.9
Past, lost, present, pride, future, fail, fear
Magic mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?
Tell us how you could heal the world
Show your white teeth and your smartest pose!
Ladies and Gentlemen what a nice girl
Mum and dad must be so proud
All of a sudden the huge euphoria turned into wild rage.
9 out of 10 little sugar mouths are crying tears of salt.
9 out of 10 being hit by words and ignorance from whom they love.
All of a sudden the huge euphoria turned into wild rage.
Will you still laugh with me when I've lost the game?
Will you still tell me a fairytale?
Will you still love me?
Will you still give me a kiss?
Being your puppet, taking your path
Being your puppet, taking your path
As a reflection of yourself
Following the master that’s pulling the strings
In greed for fame and wealth
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4. |
The Order
04:22
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I've built the world
I am the settled order, the law of everything
I am the reason
And I am the power
That’s bringing each stone back to the ground
I am the storm and the sand and the rain
I'm fire and light, I’m day and night
I'm masterminding the stormy sea
I am the force of the tides
I'm striking roots to let them wither
I'm bringing life to take it away
For giving it again and again
So see all this beauty that’s surrounding you
Something is turning the light into dark
That's pulling the strings and painting the world
That’s bringing us life again and again and again
I've built your world
Again and again
I am the law
I am the order
I am the reason
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5. |
Strange
05:08
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Look, there, can’t you see?
This person ain’t like you and me
Too fat - Scars in face
Too thin - darker skin
This person ain’t like you and me (2x)
Eyes, these eyes, everywhere these looks
Your faces became mirrors
I can’t stand it anymore
Critical I’m watching myself
Thoughts slowly destroying me
Warped I’m seeing myself walking along, along
I am lost
Seeing me through your eyes and not through mine
Try to ignore your remarks
Your voices, your looks
Feeling like walking on a stage
From everywhere I feel your look
Watch me like a picture
Which title’s “the strange”
Pinpricks in my mind
And whispering is all around
Don’t want to hear and lock me up
Just watching straight on to the ground
Don’t want to get your attention
Just want to be invisible
Want to get lost in the shuffle
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6. |
Black Lines
05:04
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Pleasure of pain
Black lines
Red skin
Stitches of blood
Swollen peel
Transformation through the work of art
Eagerness
Again and again
Thin lines on white skin
To sully the immaculacy
Needle stings deep into the skin
Like carving wood
Such sadistic joy
Pleasure of pain
Fascination of self-mutilation
Love to destroy
When blood becomes art
Black lines, red skin, leaking blood
Clotting
Thin lines trailing through the work of art
Cutting across the contours
Want to disturb
Contrast, blurry lines
Hurting my eyes
Asymmetry’s disturbing the balance
What does beauty mean?
Who decides what beauty is?
Eyes should feel
Hearts should see
Pleasure of pain
Fascination of self-mutilation
Love to destroy
When blood becomes art
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7. |
In Obedience
09:03
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The last time I breathed in clear air,
It seems like a few years ago.
Just walking along in my own cage
Wide floors with no ending
I can’t reach the light
A soul that’s jiggling the bar
In a cage that’s guarded by myself
Can’t feel myself anymore under this mountain of meat
And under this coat of mail
I wish to feel so light and free
Dancing as soft as a feather...
Shadow, shadow, grotesque face (4x)
All I see is that grotesque face
This distorted picture of myself
I’m starring out of tired eyes and
I’m walking like a shadow
That’s never reaching light
Dead faces with no feelings
Walking on red carpets made out of corpses
Want me to become one of them
Little spiky bones grinding under my skin
Fine veins between are shining through
I’m rooted out from ground
A storm will blow me away
Shaky hands are skimming over an empty shell 2x
They want me to come closer
They want me to follow them
They want me to follow them, follow them, follow them
Closer, closer, closer
Want to take that body out
Go away
But there’s a wall
Between you and me
That’s made of thoughts and made of past
A wall that cannot be seen
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8. |
One Empty Shell
07:25
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Hidden behind this painting
cold blood is running through old veins.
Hidden behind clear eyes,
filled with spirit and filled with force.
I am like, I am like fire
Alluring you “come play with me”
Ensnaring you, bleeding you white
Than pushing you away from me
Out of these eyes watches a morbid soul
Looking right through your heads
While I’m touching your souls
Right through your heads
Touching your souls
I’m like the fire
Pushing you away from me
What would you do for eternal youth?
What would you do for the perfect shape?
What would you do for immortal beauty?
Where would be your limit?
Would you kill for it?
Everything is standing still
Even though I want it to dance
They who cared are frozen souls
The world’s voice turned into just one empty tone
The grass before was soft and rustled in the wind
But now I’m lying all alone on hard and silent ground
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9. |
Prism
10:05
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Yesterday I planted a tree
To see it growing up like me
Standing on strong pillars
Shooting forth branches
When I was young and when I was free
The branches reaching for the sky
Dancing in the breath of the wind
I’ve kissed more than a thousand faces
And I’ve been touched by a hundred hands
In the prime of my life
I've loved, I've lived - I've danced across the edges of life
Light-footed like a cat
But strong enough for clinging to cliffs
In the prime of life
A look into the mirror
A look into pale eyes
Furrows in the bark, a thousand scars
Dark veins traverse my skin
Like deep roots below the surface
Red lips are thin, once I was well
But now skin is rough and pale
There were times when others lived inside
Ripping and bleeding it white
There were times when something grew in my heart
A stabbing pain
Something grew inside
Once faced up to them who lived inside
Invigorated by daily defense
Standing strong in confidence
Against the forces of nature
With deep-seated roots that nothing could pull out
Cradled by storms seeding others beside
Now, almost a century passed by
The log inclines, standing stooped, goes limp
Furrows in the bark, a thousand scars
Deep roots below the surface
But stands so proud with inner force
Won’t hide the wounds
Just leave it that way
Cause all the scars are parts of its life
It shines in loftiness and luck
Cause luck is time and time passes by
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THYBEAUX Dresden, Germany
Thybeaux ist eine Postrock, Progrock und Mathcore-band aus Dresden.
Ihre Musik überzeugt durch schnelle
Wechsel, chaotisch anmutende, aber dennoch oder gerade deshalb, absolute melodische Strophen welche durch wechselhaften Gesang unterstützt werden.
Der Einsatz von Samples, Effekten oder Geigenbögen macht die Musik, vor allem live, zu einem absolut grandiosen Erlebnis.
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