Onward (2022) – Black Therapy

Onward

Wherever I am
Wherever I go
this strange sensation pervedes me
haunting me for days

It's like someone's watching me
It's like someone's hearing all my thougths
like being constantly followed
even in the silence of night

Roaming endlessly around, I feel insane
This stifling feeling, twisting in my guts
Everywhere's a dead-end street, I can't escape
I'm a prisoner, of my own mind

Break your own chains, break your believes,
Onward we go to our normality
Follow your heart, follow your dreams
Never give up and forever be free

I've been constantly shackled
I've been always restrained
But it was always myself,
Slave of my own mind

Wanting to meet the expectations
That everyone kept putting on me
A burden: heavy on my chest
So heavy I couldn't breathe

Roaming endlessly around, I felt insane
This stifling feeling, was twisting in my guts
Everywhere was a dead-end street, I couldn't escape
I was a prisoner, of my own mind

Break your own chains, break your beliefs,
Onward we go to our normality
Follow your heart, follow your dreams
Never give up and forever be free

Blindness

What has now become of our own world?
The fail-state of our democracy
What's this lack of common sense and judgement?
Just empty believes for idle minds

Don't let the tolerance for the intolerants lead you astray
Open up your mind and just go, let your judgement flow

Now wake up from your false believes, from this heaven of yours
I can see it all comes down to this, to this blindness of yours

Why would you let the blindness around you
take control of you and your own wisdom?
Don't surrender to what they say you should think
Speak loud with your own voice

 

Betray My Ideals

I used to blindly follow my Ideals
Oh, I wanted to be the one who saves everyone
Face to face with reality I had to choose
Between my own ideals and just one person

Is one life worth more than the rest?
Can I sacrifice hundreds of people to save just one?
The one that matters the most, the one that really matters to me

I will betray my own ideals and my own self
I will become the hero of one person, not of many

Sometimes I question if there's another dimension
'cause if there was, would I make the same choices?
Would my inner suggestions be so similar? Would I follow the same patterns?
Could you tell me if this time, I'm making the correct choices?

 

Behind the Glass

I still recollect, a time I now should neglect
A tale dimmed by a shade is what accompany my days
Now I shouldn't perceive those days as unbearable grief
'cause they flowed lightly so different from what it feels today

Years of weeks, weeks of days
Weeks of days, days of hours

Now I watch the world from this house that once was alive,
Now so loudly silent, here my world begins
Now the seasons change, while I stay in this house,
Now so loudly silent, here my world begins

Behind this window I see, other people living at ease
A world in which I would like to belong once again
Is there any light on my way, someone waiting for me?
Behind this glass I often question myself, oh, was it really worth it?

 

Together

There was once a time when I could stand here on my own
There was once a time when I didn't know I needed you
All of this, came unexpected and unforeseen as a gift of destiny

Self absorbed with my own neglectful thoughts, it took some time for me to notice what was going on,
What was growing inside of me was a newborn feeling so pure and so strong

You are my strength and my weaknesses
Wherever we go, together we overcome every obstacle
I am your strength and your weaknesses
Wherever we go, wherever we are we stand together

Now I'm in a time where I have you here by my side
Now I'm in a time where you are the most precious thing
Through this path, we walk hand in hand, it was unforeseen as a gift of destiny

All the hurdles that we had to face alone, seem now so distant on a long forgotten road
What has grown inside both of us is, a mutual feeling so pure and so strong

You are my strength and my weaknesses
Wherever we go, together we overcome every obstacle
I am your strength and your weaknesses
Wherever we go, wherever we are we stand together

You are my strength, you are my weaknesses
Wherever we go, wherever we are
I am your strength, I am your weaknesses
Wherever we go, wherever we are
We stand together

 

At The Gates Of Soul

(Instrumental)

 

The Song Of My Absence

"Gazes the shadow, of the ghost of you and I
Its stains infest my core, its laments tone the one of my cry"

The effort in revulsion
The mark you can't remove
And the root which is rotting in your core
The name you want to hate, but you can't stop spelling

My face and my presence like a miserable stain you can't get rid of
While the song of my absence still resounds in your halls

Silence sings the song of our undoing
An Echo of whispers and mourns
A choir of doubts and empty questions
Left to die yet sinking unresolved

 

Destroy the Fate

Fate... like a sword above our heads
dreams destroyed, destroyed by the fate
but what's fate,
isn't it just an excuse?

It's the excuse for what you deny
the excuse for our mistakes

don't lie down there, don't lie to you,
destroy the fate
don't lie down there, climb your own mountain,
build your own dreams

don't lie down there, don't lie to you,
destroy the fate
don't lie down there, climb your own mountain,
live your own life

fate... like a sword above our heads
dreams destroyed, destroyed by the fate
but what's fate,
isn't it just an excuse?

fate... a sword to be destroyed
dreams: wishes to be obtained
but what is
that we search constantly?

isn't it just something everyone should yearn?

the oppressive weight everyone bears, do not bear it,
now change it to your own service, do not bear it

 

A Quiet Place

Searching for a path to proceed
Hearking to the wise elders
but there's no solution I can see
Scrutinizing possibilities
A hopeful yet tired mind
expects to find a way... for finding some ease

But we can continue to linger among this broken circle
because there are endless forests of oak
where we uncover the tranquility we all deserve
we all deserve
a quiet place
we all deserve
a quiet trace

And if those forests would welcome us
Could we truly rest there for a while
Sometimes I ask myself if rest
was an escape or maybe a base to recover
A hopeful yet tired mind
expects to find a way... for finding some ease

There's no guarantee
that we will find
the place we seek

we all deserve
a quiet place
we all deserve
a quiet trace

 

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