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album  : Ecce Lex
groupe : Nostromo
sortie   : 2002

+ paroles Nostromo

01- Rude Awakening
02- What Is Up In Your Cryotube
03- Stillborn Prophet
04- End's Eve
05- Lab Of Their Will
06- Sunset Motel
07- Pull The Pin
08- Seeking An Exit
09- Ecce Lex
10- Feed The Living
11- Turned Black
12- Unwillingly And Slow

Rude Awakening

Let it bleed cause it shuts the doors the same doors you thought slammed in your face does bleed you've just thrown yourself against what you did hate them for makes you bleed makes you proud warns you when and why to feel sad drags you deep down in your own mud makes you bite the dust just before this rude awakening could be the stepping stone of the rest of your life but this rude awakening will be your gravestone it's the price of your lies what do you hide behind your locked eyelids you walk away that's not yours cause you're ruled by your own old fears live a life that's not yours but its own the slave of your self-apathy you won't find cause you're ruled by your own old fears living suffering gloving cursing dying frightening life try to hide cut its throat but you can't because it's yours reveals you as cold as you seem reveals you as lost as you are

What Is Up In Your Cryotube

So what still running in your cage can't keep your ears to those as sad as you live beyond repetition run away or fade away don't you think your world is too small don't you think live before you die what's up in your cryotube

Stillborn Prophet

Away from this life back to the swamp trampling the burning ashes of my shattered dreams underfoot may be facing at last with all my certainties which have been burnt on the altar of self confidence there's no pupil in the eye of the stillborn prophet back to the swamp falling back to the swamp since now certainties have to belong to my fears nothing is safe definition's dead as stillborn prophet I could hope but hope doesn't fit the facts

End's Eve

[ Instrumental ]

Lab Of Their Will

Your soul is ready inseminated their thoughts their love their hate broken muppet you must survive gaze inside no more soul desperation altered in high performance machines devastated like an afterwar field what you lose of yourself try to triumph over this scum thrown in this their reality lab of their will you have to share your world with those snakes please don't stop your own production of venom thrown in this their reality slave of that your cupidity never no more never no more my choices were yours my life was yours but will it change

Sunset Motel

I am that that unlikeable child definitively unwanted with the round dirty face who before the giant streetlights or under the grand dames also illuminated
I am that repulsive child that improvises abed out of an old cardboard box and wait certain that you will accompany me imminent terror imminent leprosy imminent terror imminent fleas of offenses and the imminent crime
I would take that opportunity to steal your wallet

Pull The Pin

Aiming at your vein needs being someone you can't be becoming something you're not catching your feet in your fears trying to spread your broken wings trying to take off contemplating your failure hanging yourself at dawn cause tomorrow won't ever let you in there's no reward for your lifelong bleeding did you deserve all these years of suffering everything's lost there is no turning back what did you live for hope did finally burn you'll never fit this life what will you die for you just don't want to know pull the pin out of your brain ducking your head is your due as a pain addict you were born happy to quit this life obscene

Seeking An Exit

Could I sink deeper in the swamp stench into which I did dive your helped to my loss just let me help myself no more time to lose whith your stupid advices no more blood to spill seeking an exit walking down a stairway which leads behind me I'm seeking an exit again and again Seeking an exit can't get out of my despair burning my skin until my flesh is black I'm still poisoning myself seeking an exit needing the exit the despair within hope is a false friend trusting is lying in reality there's no light ther's no light bearer

Ecce Lex

[ Instrumental ]

Feed The Living

The sky was not burnt people were not grey shadows children did laugh people could live people could die whenever they wish whenever they had to however they wish as dusk had just been born time did flow like water not blood blood meant life not death but this was before the war war the dead feed the living deadly air burns our lungs I think I'm thinking but I 'm not think I think I'm born to die but I'm already dead I'm dead I'm slaughtered I'm murdered

Turned Black



Unwillingly And Slow