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Gravitysays_i...
The figures of enormous grey and the patterns of fraud

 THE PATTERNS OF FRAUD

Let-down with all the virtues
of the majority
The casualties of greed
And those who have no integrity
to show
Terrified men are crushing
each other
Breeding
Quite awful needs for quite
awful power

Uncertain truth
The cross i bear
And your point of view
Considered all,
We are
Misguided souls in the patterns of fraud
And i can't withdraw
myself from the battles i'm into
Brutal the fact
as brutal the culture



 

THE UNSHAKEABLE ALIBI

Behold!
The king of all
Embrace
The Pattern, the unbearable
Trading on
The Fear we share of dying

And everyone glorifies
the Holy Words
Delivered By Unholy
Minds
Little by little grew the fraud
of the Ages

What is hovering above?

The obedience will be treated
like royalty
And
The royalty shall be rewarded with
 eternity

THE ''ALL THINGS DECAY'' NEBULA 

The dreaming came out
of nowhere
Craving
Merging by deliberating
 

THE FINGER OF BLAME

Unwritten law
The mud we're all in
The fraud of institution
- A slavery of ego

How would you call the '' Modern Man ''?
Who's intrigued with his own icon
And the tendency of modern living
I call him coward
Who's settled down in hin unawareness

Are the infants fated to follow?
 

THE FIGURES OF ENORMOUS GREY

If it were in my power
Yearning to gratify
She'd gain her freedom
And he would arrive in time

Drowning in the grief
Of our unfulfilled dream
Grey turned our figure
Loose turned our belief

Γκελ, γκελ κα'ι'ξή...
γιαβάς, γιαβάς...

THE FAREWELL LETTERS

I'm tired
Of all your tricks
The cannibals you breed
Are heading my home


Oh you. Dreadful Monster
I can't change the world
Although
I wish I could just rip your heart off
Farewell, you Triumphant One




'Cause I don't have to put up with
The panic and
The horror
And your majestic cruelty

In the battles of acceptance



I don't preach...
But all we know is what we have been told
- A false tradition?

Misguided...
Our degenerated race will get what it deserves
- A Great Downfall?

Nothing shall ever come back
The years
The beloved ones
-Who all had died like Martyrs in the patterns of fraud-

The world,
The stars
And everything between us

 The Patterns of Fraud

 The Unshakeable Alibi

 Delusions Of Grandeur
 The "All Things Decay" Nebula
 The Finger Of Blame
 The Urge of Identity

 The Figures of Enormous Grey
 The Paradox of Youth
 The Farewell Letters

Music written, orchestrated by Manos Paterakis and Nikos Retsos.
Lyrics written by Manos Paterakis.
Produced and engineered by Nikos Retsos

Painting by Paolo Troilo





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