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A calculated life cycle

by Siberia

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PEDRO DIEZ ESCUDERO Joder, que bien suena vuestro trabajo. Deberíais daros a conocer más. Seguid así, espero veros en un concierto algún dia Favorite track: The saddest winter.
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I slowly fade away, I feel how my mind and body leave me I would like to go back to the past when I wanted to Remember old feelings People say time doesn’t exist, that everything is present but my mind plays tricks How to forget something you want to delete? How to remember something you want relive? I want to go further than this fog let me see see my heart and express my best thoughts I fly to the limits of my mind I close my eyes and get lost in my dreams light in the darkness, an ideal world a beautiful place to end my story I approach the abyss of infinite void These may be my last words I cry to myself, there’s no response My way ends on this place It’s time to be reborn again.
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Two hours 03:35
Two hours to die Two hours to die On the way I bump into something It's the devil with snake skin She looks me straight in the eye A part of me wants to touch her, but she takes the step. A damn game for her, a passport for me. When the curtain falls there is only darkness. The last seconds of my life are thorns in my heart. to say what I think, to leave my legacy. Do not know how or when but sometimes you have to do it. I hate you and love you at the same time. Do we have to wait for death to do what we want? Stories do not always end well In every play the curtain closes. People say that poison is a way to make you see which vision is real, that we are all poisoned and we have no cure. I would rather wait asleep than awake. When the curtain falls there is only darkness. The last seconds of my life are thorns in my heart. Two hours to die, to say goodbye. I will not say I’m not afraid.
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100% cotton 03:37
Someday we will rise Awaken from our slumber And we can restore the natural balance Able to say and do in total harmony with the planet and society Why should we wait till tomorrow? In this world, dark and evil, We can just close our eyes and forget It’s time to rise up and tell the rich: We are not your fucking puppets! To all the people that enjoy fucking and getting rich at our expense. Are you satisfied? The press and TV fucking play with information An invisible war In this world, dark and evil, We can just close our eyes and forget It’s time to rise up and tell the rich: We are not your fucking puppets! The end of the story is written but you can rewrite it With your blood.
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Black pillow 04:00
Today I dreamed about that girl I do not know in real life I've been seeing her in my dreams several nights, talking to her, Touching and smelling her, Could that girl be my true love? What if it is a blend of the best of each person? My mind may be playing tricks How cruel yet pleasurable can become I spend the day looking for her, I place ads with her picture and name. Her kisses trap me caress me as the first autumn breeze. My heart beats again when I see her in my dreams I think it's just a dream, I don't believe it The last time I saw her she told me don’t worry That I’d find her We’re made for each other It’s our story Touching and smelling her, Could that girl be my true love? What if it is a blend of the best of each person? My mind may be playing tricks How cruel yet pleasurable can become I spend the day looking for her, I place ads with her picture and name. Her kisses trap me caress me as the first autumn breeze. My heart beats again when I see her in my dreams She died on the first day that I dreamed about her...
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I can’t wait to get home and dream... There are correspondences from one world to another but one of the two leads my way I can walk, run, feel the ground beneath my feet sometimes I remember that moment, a couple of drinks, a black car and darkness. Some seconds that lasted hours, my last memory, a cruel game for me. Live to dream Stay with me when I wake up from this dream I feel like a bird with clipped wings My memory’s stuck in a dead-end street Live to dream is my only way in this life I don’t have any other memory than her death. I know that we shared so much and I can’t remember. I don’t know if she’s real, but I meet her in my dreams, she talks to me. People say it’s impossible she talks to me. People say it’s impossible sometimes I remember that moment, a couple of drinks, a black car and darkness. Her eyes, her mouth, her skin are burning me inside She talks to me, I don’t know if she’s real Stay with me when I wake up from this dream. I feel like a bird with clipped wings My memory’s stuck in a dead-end street Live to dream is my only way in this life
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The old sun will not rise It’s come to its last breath Many people said it was not possible, this day would never come Raw winter, a clear dark Raw winter, crystals in my eyes There is nothing sadder than a day without sunshine Gray dreams, invisible cells. Your face, your interior, frozen slowly with the passing of time We fucked all around us with only one purpose Death of this world A black rose Raw winter, a cold hell We need to change, change our minds devoid of common sense We are trained animals; we have gone the way of greedy people Many have become their worst nightmares Others have gone unnoticed and few have created and not destroyed Your face, your interior, frozen slowly with the passing of time
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Thanatos 03:11
You feed him with every death The more tragic the death is, the more thirsty he gets It is an eternal fight he lives off death and our shield is life Thanatos, our blood Thanatos, our destiny You try to dodge him all your life All humanity would want never to see him But we are in a wheel of fortune And he can touch anyone... The end of one life and the beginning of another It would be so easy to forget… He's like your shadow, he is always there behind you. But thinking it twice, there's something romantic about it The fear of losing something, fear of eternal darkness...
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A new dawn 04:24
Self-destruction, extinction A new age begins, a new world Starting from scratch, without written rules Many people, one being It’s time to forget the past and write the future A place where buildings are mountains Where you share a space, it’s not yours Greedy enrichment is over Living with the essential Because selfishness and power only create irreparable cracks Living by instincts A new dawn, light without shadows Feel the ground under your feet Because we are only dust And the wind takes us We must be aware of how tiny we are And learn to respect what surrounds us Will we be able to do it? Self-destruction, extinction A new age begins, a new world Starting from scratch, without written rules We are rational animals but we should not think we are superior A new dawn, light without shadows Feel the ground under your feet Because we are only dust And the wind takes us We must be aware of how tiny we are And learn to respect what surrounds us Will we be able to do it?
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On thin ice 05:47
The devil dressed as an angel I can’t spend another second without that feeling I’m able to be somewhere and see through the eyes of another person It's risky, I can die, but it's worth it I’ve done things of which I cannot be proud, But bad actions also have a positive side I learn to control it and leave my legacy. I want to make each person’s goodness surface but in this life not everything is a fairy tale. I have not chosen to have this gift but I feel I have the duty to do something good with it. I know this is not a game, it’s real Your life hangs by a fragile thread The devil dressed as an angel I can’t spend another second without that feeling I’m able to be somewhere and see through the eyes of another person Or am I doing wrong? Relativity may be one of our weaknesses. Not being able to read the situation well. I feel the uselessness of having a gift I do not know how to use well. I know this is not a game, it’s real Your life hangs by a fragile thread My story is your story And your death is my last goodbye This is my last goodbye

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Recorded by Juan Pe and Carles Puntí at Wasabi Estudis.
Mixed by Juan Pe at Wasabi Estudis.
Mastered by Jens Bogren at Fascination Street Studios.
Artwork and design by Dani Naimare.

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released April 20, 2014

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Siberia is a five piece metal band from Montmeló (Barcelona).

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