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This song is by Textures and appears on the album Polars (2004).

In perfect balance between what was meant and things that are to come.
Fellow member of my kind, cannot control what you don't understand.
Time is tipping the scales of my judgement.
Steel-plated heart, that once was broken down!

I choose to walk away, because I can't bare to see things that fall apart.
We used to share one thought.

We used to have a bond.

Lost in a mountain area.
Hear her calling, but no response.
Even machines come looking for me.

This is a morgue
Silence is obedience.
In here, automated electronic systems keep the pace well, at regulating light and cooling systems.
As for now, inhere.
Lying there naked, wondering if it's true:
Am I larger than the sum of my parts?
Engrave a sign in the earth's crust.
I want to stay longer on this planet.

Things fall apart.
Give me more time for I'll be worth it.
A vast as say as any highlands, there is still air there.
I am breathing, so I could be there now.

Manifest, for me you end in Dogma
Preparation made, silence seeks solution
Can't stand the waiting for my sole, deadly sin
Already stood till, and a while at the location;
Scene of the act,
That what man calls crime
But no crime in a war.

The next day I hear her calling again.
Shall I try to establish contact?
For how long could I survive here on my own?
Am I even destined to be here?
And here is maybe all that exists.
I can hear other machines again. Apparatus.
No one will ever know, why you walked away, for it is a secret revealing nature that tells this tale.

Any form or shape, a motion or disguise, is bound to be an image,
A template-view made to be seen.
Inside-out this situation does not apply,
There can be one, I will not be scared.
Knowing of the inconsequent complexity, in my appearance, there can't be none.

World without end, life of fear.
Worms and flies coming out of my body.
Horrendous decay of the falsening light, for those who try to understand.

A calamity encounter, god-speed propellore.
Meet my other end, wait for a world war.
Hide for a cancer.
I will stay strong by renewal of visions, refreshed by the water.
My pouring with rain, my echo of eternity.
Symmetry seeking a young man, going with whimper,
Sigh/growth/decay, all simultaneous actions.

Sanity in thought and it's patterns, a pure form of logic mixed with emotions, this pro-life.
Why do I, Earth, exist?
I contain so many forms, would I come out for real.
A quick guide to self-preservation.
Here the body is only a tool.

Dial: R.E.D.E.M.P.T.I.O.N., master of my fate.
I harbour no illusions, but I still stand tall.
Forced navigation into fields of trust.
Master of my fate, where will we meet in time?

Gone now, left without the outcry of a demonstration, preparation made, the silence seeks solution.
Can't stand the caller, waiting for my soul.

In my stomach I feel an infant growing.
The small child inside of me represents life.
Not capable of making any decisions at all.
I wait and wait for her return.

For those who do not know, the difference between polars:
Unconsciousness, my bless entwined.
Positively, all negative soul.

One fraction of time now represents one day.
The earth's turn, the moon and planet cycles.
The proximity of a planet left for dead.
Nature will win this war.

Fierce energy-swallowing process,
A peninsula with only one road.
How to visit with a main entrance blocked.
No procedure needed, nor does a formulae exist.

Dark impersonation of enlightenment, due to self-preservation and control, I still stand tall,
Peacefully and harsh.
Freedom is a lockdown.
Blinded by the light, it crawls on the floor.
My rhythm upset, seek for a safer harbour.

I know you feel the same, Knowing what it's like.

Up here, high, solitude of stone.
A pile is just for me, and even now, being made, I am nothing.
A total birth of a self-pregnant mother.
Perpetuating behaviour, my outside world, beyond the mirrors.

Can you feel me?
'Cause this is not my Carbondioxide!

Conditions; boundaries crossed, layers lost, to become one with earth.
My tendency to be submerged with all.
One gigantic and twisted entropy.

This is our final distinction.

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