Artist: Textures
Song: Polars

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/colour, waiting for my sole 

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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