Invaders EP

by Silent Strike

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Pages from the memory, ups and downs I found Trivial context, well something went wrong Missleading shivers are catching up with me, I am like changing weather, too undecided still 'Talking about random things I see, Nothing too peculiar, just blowing leaves, Aiming for the high notes, insanity A lack of profoundness is now helping me and now Endless joy on a painted back street, Watercolor girl on a one way road street, I don't need closure when the future is spinning, Nocturnal invaders, creating not stealing Nights are begging you to lay down, Nights are begging you to lay down, When nights are begging you to lay down, I got sweat on the spine. Seasons have passed, they all left me colder Blithesome face gone dark circles like storms and While chasing the unkown they started growing Experience and goals, the work, the flow ,when 'Talking about random things I see, Nothing too peculiar, just blowing leaves, Aiming for the high notes, insanity A lack of profoundness is now helping me and now Endless joy on a painted back street, Watercolor girl on a one way road street, I don't need closure when the future is spinning, Nocturnal invaders, creating not stealing Nights are begging you to lay down, Nights are begging you to lay down, When nights are begging you to lay down, I got sweat on the spine.
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The whole univers trapped in a material body Is waiting to burst into infinite, tranforming shapes, Trembling forces, agregated, for which Common baits won't have any power, but sense; The loss of sway doesn't need permisson, From the mind to act as it feels too, Still the mind is all that will keep you, away from you; What to choose? Perception is changing, you are in the sunken place Perpetual states of slumberness, covered by forgotten voices from the past The muse and the guidance and whatever lies underneath invisible blankets Just wires, perpetual states of slumberness Covered by forgotten voices from the past The muse and the guidance.. Come with me, for a walk for a while Traces and so many marks, I left behind Come with me, for a walk for a while You were supposed to be the other child Do you really know why I can't be serious? Cause nothing matters to me, I died already years and years There were loops in my head strong image of tragic pain But I'm here with smiling, maybe someday I'll be fine again; But the market is diverse, I know it must be hard For you to take one's hand, in silence, through the night You do wish for love, but in the end is not enough We used to talk about a world, in which the fear is not a part, so Come with me, for a walk for a while Traces and so many marks, I left behind Come with me, for a walk for a while You were supposed to be the other child
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Buildings of a lifetime, I'm too big for them now I can see myself in nothing, but the horizon makes me feel small I understand there are no other options when you make a promise Must keep it 'till the end, I love you, I'll be your shadow as I promised Patience regained, I went down to remember The fog on my eyes vanished, this feels like the first september, the road And us being silent, holding hands the same way, My friend the most honest voice, was spoken out today; Buildings of a lifetime, I'm too big for them now I can see myself in nothing, but the horizon makes me feel small; It is about what remains present, Make me dissapear! I will wake up when I'll be bored of dreaming, Make me dissapear! I am the sad monster, destroyed the corolla of wonders, 'Did what I said I'd never, I'm too myself a stranger, So keep me away, cause I come with brutal truth on my hands, I was sure about one thing, that I have kindness for us to heal, instead I was a liar, and a thief, I could've been a magician That tranforms everything around in trust petals for you to climb peaceful, I see your face I know, I cannot lose you now I never thought that my absence, would be the one to cure you, somehow It is about what remains present, Make me dissapear! I will wake up when I'll be bored of dreaming, Make me dissapear!
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Holes on my sweater and I don't want it back, I knew it would be cold again, Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice I carry them scatterd. Another day, another track, I know you're good, not looking back, Tales of the crazy are making you mad We are the future, not looking back. Your face is reviving me, Modifies wildly, I woke up in your space, lovely you, no time for anxiety You're not doing it on porpouse, but the way you are, a separate world You came to me, you came to me. Holes on my sweater and I don't want it back, I knew it would be cold again, Shields cracked, like mirrors of the ice I carry them scatterd. Another day, another track, I know you're good, not looking back, Tales of the crazy are making you mad We are the future, not looking back. To keep a certain distance? Though I'd wish for you to receive this, The mountain of my senses, under the moon Our bodies levitating, everytime we interact Who kisses like that? Another day, another track, I know you're good, not looking back, Tales of the crazy, are making you mad We are the future, not looking back.

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released November 2, 2018

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Silent Strike Bucharest, Romania

Silent Strike (Ioan Titu) is a Romanian electronic and film music composer born in 1982.

His work spans a myriad of genres, from avant-garde jazz to hiphop, reflected in a discography of 9LPs & 9EPs over the past 15 years, involving much appreciated collaborations.
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