The perfect element.

Θ'ελω να μοιραστώ κομμάτια από ένα αλμπουμ που με σημάδεψε. Μελωδικά, στιχουργικά, με την κάθε του λεπτομέρεια. Και ίσως το κάνω πιο συχνά αυτό γιατι τέτοια άλμπουμ είναι κομάτια της ζωής μου.
Ίσως όλοι σας να έχετε ακουστά τους pain of salvation. Mερικοί ίσως τους λατρεύετε. Άλλοι ίσως απλά να ξερετε ότι υπάρχουν. Άλλοι ίσως δεν τους ξέρετε καν. Αξίζουν πάντως, τους προτείνω.

Το συγκεκριμένο άλμπουμ λοιπόν μιλά για 2 άρρωστους ανθρώπους με προβλήματα πάσης φύσεως, που συναντιούνται και περιγράφει τις ζωές τους πριν και μετά. Ο πόνος, τα συναισθήματα, δυο αληθινά καθυστερημένα παιδιά και πως βλέπουν τον κόσμο. Just hear the words.
Αν οτιδήποτε από τα παρακάτω σας αγγίξει, ψαξτε για τους pain, ακούστε τη μουσική, αγοράστε τη. Κάθε πνευματικό δικαίωμα ανήκει στους ίδιους.
(στίχοι από τα κομμάτια του αλμπουμ και αφιερώσεις από τα μέλη, από το booklet του αλμπουμ)

Used
_ I am the unclean, the black drop on the bottom of your cup. Yopu better drink or throw me up.
_getting used t o pain
_I'm crying unwept tears through this violence, I'll die trying to break down this crust of silence.

In the flesh
_She walks these empty streets alone, hiding from something they call home, hoping to find some peace of mind, somethimes we need to walk alone.
_Sometimes it's best to run away, don't be afraid, don't hesitate, fly away
_Some wear their bruises on their skin others have their scars deep within.
_Sometimes the hands that feed, must feed a mind with a sick need.
_What wouldn't she give to be in a society, not learning the eyes to be closed but to see.
_She swears to the pavement's heart of stone, that this city lights will be her home, but still as they burn she will return back to the adults of her home.

Ashes
_You claim I don't know you, but I know you well
_I've walked through the weakest, just to feel strong
_This pain will never end, these scars will never mend.
_Who's the one with the sickest mind... now?
_We are just using each other, too deprived to stay alive but too young to die.

Morning on earth
_For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to silence every breathing heart, any sound of breathing.
_Morning arrives on an earth I've never seen before, revealing a life I never really understood, strange the way beauty can hurt the open eye, much more than all of the filth and pain.
_How it's burning me to suddently see what I have become.
_I'm just a child trapped inside the body of a man.
_We talk but we do not speak.

Idioglossia
_Sharing this humility, a circle of humanity.
_ I scratch the surface and see something better than me. Where did I suffer that loss? What was taken from me?
_ Despite all these words, not one could express what I had inside, living was to hide.
_I scratched the surface to find something wicked and blind.
_For every time you froze me out, for every punch, for every shout, for not believing in me, for your stupidity, for stealing what could have been me, it all comes back to you.

Her voices
_I guess I never fully realised then what she lost when I cut that loss. So she filled the void with unearthly friends, voices of her, greater than us.
_The ugly truth outburned by far her beautiful dream.
_It's sad though, that I turned out to be one of her voices...

Dedication
_I still can't believe you are not around, that your warmvoice won't make another sound. Sure I understand but I never will accept that you should be gone.

King of loss
_Some of us are free to stand, most of us are bound to lie.
_I'm not fit to play this game, bound by its rules just the same
_We're all crying for respect and attention, we're all dying for a painless redemption.

Reconcilliation
_Hell is to wake up, but it makes all the difference
_The hours and days of your life don't necessarily make you older.
_So break me if you must, when you break this crust, freedom is to see.
_I hate these words soaked in blood, I hate what these eyes have seen, up to my knees in filth and mud, how it hurts to become clean? I was always on my mind, but never on my side. Run, but if you run away you will always have to hide.

Song for the innocent
_This world is what we can give
Scarred from the day we lived
All those dreams we shared for you
How I wish they would come true...
We dreamed of a world in peace
But killed for a life of ease
Now we leave the wounds for you
What else could the dying do?

Falling
_Once I had a world of my own, it's still here, only I am gone.
_Too large to fit even in a childs pocket.

The perfect element
_Scream for his attention, behind those eyes a world explodes
_Falling far beyond the point of no return, nothing to become and nothing left to burn
_His soul put under lock and key, his heart blackened from treason, but if you take from those you fear everything they value, you have bred the perfect beast, draining enough to kill you.
_I set myself on fire, to breed the perfect element
_Nothing left to say, the pain will go away, now you must surely see, that you are killing me.

και κάτι από τα notes...
_There are so many books, albums, artists and games that have made my life even worth living, but nature, no matter how I look at it, exeeds all manmade thrills and arts.
_There is no best, only different.
_Thanks to all the living thins that give me a reason to care. Ευχαριστώ που μπήκες στη ζωή μου, εσύ κι άλλα τόσα.