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The Wheel of Fortune

by Ophan

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1.
Denial 03:36
I haven’t got much time left What wouldn’t I give for a single cigarette right now… So much filth incarcerated behind eroded steel bars White coats cast a pitch black shadow, looming mercilessly over the most desperate of hearts; Once the shadow is gone, cockroaches keep you company. My loved ones, they sit by my side But they cannot comprehend, Not even in the slightest. I sit here tethered to the forked tongue of a lie That I might be around for a little longer than expected. I have nothing to prove. It all comes down to just a single word A single sentence By now you already know what that is, don’t you? No. As I sit here weightless Lost from the start Dangling by a thread A heartbeat away from freedom Please let me go Thеy both already know That flesh is weak Spirits are poor And there’s no way to be made whole Can you just leave me alone I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to prove. I have nothing to…
2.
Anger 05:35
The humour of life burning down beneath my skin The blood boils – it knows no forgiveness Poisoned with the spite of hopelessness The black bile of betrayal drowning my soul The rabid fangs of helplessness, that grind my soul. The inner core of my existence, reaching meltdown. My lungs – inapt pipes, filled with shattered glass. My heart – denier of hope, The tying knot of lies. My back, your knives. (A subject to your scalpelsand their daggers) Ripping, burning, through the core of denial. (Severing) Blistering, my mortal shell. The putrid smoke of my burning soul, amidst the flames of anger. Am I attached to this construct of death. The Asphyxiating grasp of its oxygen hands. A prison with two hundred bars, crushed between its walls-two thousand p.s.i. The suspender of death The denier of life You lender of breath Provider of lies Pin my wings with your needles (ego) Vultures pretending to be people for real My skin – peeling down every breath sharp as a knife. The dam will crack and tumble down, I saw the gap that’s leaking life. Burn all your bridges. Shatter all your bonds. Sever the silver cord. No one comprehends. The candle burns on both ends. Profound anger yearns- a wound that never mends. Don’t you hook me to another machine…
3.
Bargaining 06:59
And she says it could be worse … It burns hot, bright and white, turning from white to red, like my sheets, as my flame is extinguished. As my anger, as the sun, kissing the bloody clouds, my eyes kiss the skies. Her eyes dilated in disbelief My hand reaching for its fleeting light. Her hands reaching for the light the light fleeting, the lie fleeting. As she prays to those priests, in this temple of disease. Heartbeats hammering at the sight As she kneels to the syringe, in this temple of death. Heartbeats hammering at the sight Name date, chisel and stone extra systoles Diastoles Heartbeats hammering at the sight My inner chime beating. Extra systoles, diastoles. Her vacant stare distorted. The mantra of silence repeated. I may die, he observes. Cause they know and we trust I have war in myself Going on if you will I can fight for a while Can you stay with me now? All my hope and my time Shrinking quick Deep inside Like a bandage, the vision unfolds. Painful rancid rotting. But I Nourished… this lie for so long. but maybe I could linger some more. Some more, not forever. Not even light can escape the dark hunger of fresh tombs but maybe I could linger some more On this event horizon Some more not forever Could you hook me to another machine? Please…
4.
Void 04:28
5.
Depression 05:37
(Your best production in) your life’s work will be done towards the end of the day. Obviously you don’t like the youthful brilliancy of early light. Journeying in the morning doesn’t appeal to you. But your cup of tea is the dying sun, old yellowish, and mellow. You don’t like the heat, you like the glow. And thus you will dance to your death here, on this hilltop, at the end of the day. And in your last dance you will tell of your struggle, of the battles you have won and of those you have lost; you will tell of your joys and bewilderments upon encountering personal power. Your dance will tell about the secrets and about the marvels you have stored. And your death will sit here and watch you. The dying sun will glow on you without burning, as it has done today. The wind will be soft and mellow and your hilltop will tremble. As you reach the end of your dance you will look at the sun, for you will never see it again in waking or in dreaming, and then your death will point to the south. To the vastness. Am I at the end? To fade and to descend. They wоnder why? Have I resigned? I hold your precious hand… All ways burn I see the shades of gold Irresistible and so trivial Reaching for my silence trapped within Destroy all my walls and penetrate the I I scream for something that I never had Choking trepidation cast into the rot But (it’s) not pain that makes me cry It’s this feeling I can’t hide I Quantify All that I deny Crushing feeling I can’t hide Trying to convey I can’t escape Can see all I had Inner core Memories All I have Can’t escape the aspect of what I am fading rotting darkness through me burning visions to hold that fade I fade away darkness overcomes drifting on the edge losing consciousness don’t want it It wants me Broken, shattered, unconditional, the agony of my ego. Recited fractured meaningless rant in circles. My inner monologue suffering system malfunction. Through the cracks a flood of silence drowning my life meaningless, meaningless fights with myself unable to touch the absolute. Spinning in circles of memories endless, meaningless rant an accurate reflection of my life.
6.
Acceptance 11:35
I keep telling myself how every cloud has a silver lining. No matter how dark the sun always hides behind it. It gives you something to hold on to. Something to fight for, something to strive for. My iodine prison is over. On the smolderng path carved from the ashes of what we were yesterday, by the window I can see her beckoning smile After so many years she still takes my breath away. In that white gown, with that blazing hair, in the vivid light of the dying sun. A kiss, engulfing, asphyxiating a moment, coiling in grey ashes. Remnant of past fires blue smoke, reaching the sky. I extinguish them one by one the tears and her sparks under my feet, the dirt reminds me How we will be together again. (soph aur)

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The debut EP "The Wheel of Fortune" follows the main character’s journey through the different stages of grief when faced against death. As stated previously, it’s just the first part from a bigger story, details of which will be released over time.

The music for this EP is written in loving memory of the late Trayan Trayanov.

Dedicated to Trayan Trayanov & Dimitar Gentschev

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released April 3, 2017

Engineering, Mixing, Mastering, Producing: Constantine "phyX" Gentschev

MIG 7 Studio | www.mig7studio.com

Photography: Sławomir Wiśniewski, Robert Steckiewicz

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Ophan Sofia, Bulgaria

Ophan is a conceptual, experimental math metal band from Sofia, Bulgaria.

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